TWENTY
SAGA
The wind howled as the tempest battering my body did its best to rip me off the mountainside to plummet into the depths below.
It had taken us weeks to get to Verdandi’s peak. The only portal to Jotunheim that had shown up on our map had seen us trekking over the Spine through a blizzard so violent I would never have so much as contemplated braving the climb for anything other than our current quest.
Annabel.
The last time Magni and I had made the journey up this mountain, it had been because of her as well—before Ragnarök had truly sunk its claws into Jotunheim and he and I had squabbled like children over their favorite toy.
Purple light flashed high above our heads, sending a shock of electricity through the air and pulling Bjarni—who had taken up the lead—to a stop.
