THIRTY-THREE
ANNABEL
“Grim!”
The force of my scream shredded my vocal chords, but I barely felt it. My agony originated elsewhere—from a deep, soft place in my chest where one of my matebonds had stretched taut, then snapped.
This can’t be happening. After everything…
But it was. The flare of Odin’s magic had died, swallowed by Grim’s dark, and in its wake had left behind only his body collapsed against Magni’s. He was so, so still.
The clash of competing magic was enough to dissipate the bonds holding the others down, and enough to send Odin reeling. He staggered back, away from my mates as I rushed toward them, tears blinding me.
“Grim!”
I fell to my knees beside him, brushing his hair from his face as Magni tried to summon the strength to push himself up. But he was feeling it t
