TWENTY-FIVE
ANNABEL
You know how they say you know you’re not dead if something hurts? Yeah, that’s a load of bullshit. Turns out, you very much can feel pain even when you’re dead, as my v****a bore testament to it the moment consciousness returned.
“You guys really need to stop doing that,” I croaked into whoever’s chest I was lying on.
It was Bjarni’s, it turned out, his deep laughed rumbling underneath me and into my bones. His lips skimmed my forehead as he hugged me gently. “You don’t mean that.”
“I really, really do,” I grumbled. “God, it feels like I’ve been run over by a horny bull.”
“Wrong pantheon,” Modi hummed from somewhere behind me. He rested a large, warm hand against my lower back, and I sighed at the immediate relaxation in my sore muscles. They were all so wonderfu
