TWENTY-SIX
ANNABEL
I woke to the soft rumble of male voices, too groggy to make out the words. It took me a little while to realize that the disorientation came from being wrapped in a warm cocoon. It had been so long since I’d felt anything but Grim’s chilly touch that Bjarni’s body heat threw off my senses.
Reluctantly, I cracked my eyelids open. Judging by the gray light, it was barely dawn, and Bjarni was out cold on his back underneath me, snoring faintly. On his left, Magni was curled up with an arm slung over my lower back, and on his right, Modi…
I blinked as I realized Modi was resting with his head in the crook of Bjarni’s arm, even if his leg was wrapped over mine. It seemed everyone had gotten awfully close during yesterday’s events.
Speaking of getting close… I grimaced a
