THIRTY-TWO
GRIM
“I don’t… I don’t understand.” The devastation in Modi’s voice was graver than when he had seen his sister on that throne. He stared at Odin, and the sorrow in his eyes suggested that he did understand, even though he didn’t want to.
“You are the god-king. You… You are the first among us. Your job is to protect us. To protect all the nine worlds. Yet you are the Betrayer? You have brought about Ragnarök? Why? Why could you possibly want to see the end of all there is?”
“Because deep down, he is a petty, petulant child,” Mimir’s voice rang from the hall behind us. “And because the humans have forgotten about him, he wants them to suffer.”
I felt it too—the spell that had kept me silent since my meeting with Asgard’s ruler so many weeks ago no longer bound my mind, silen
