TWENTY-EIGHT
GRIM
Braziers offering a cold, blue-tinged light cleaved a path through the darkness ahead of us. High above, the unfortunate souls circled before floating in a steady stream above the path and beyond. I couldn’t see what lay ahead, but I knew. I felt her.
“I guess follow the souls to find Hel?” Annabel asked. She was holding Mimir’s head, and the way she was clutching it, he might as well have been a favorite teddy bear.
An old memory of watching her as a child with her much-loved bear tight in her arms made me reach out to place a hand on her lower back, reminding her that she was not alone.
“Yes,” Mimir confirmed. “The souls will lead us to her throne room.”
Modi took the lead again. Thor’s son had been changed by his connection to Annabel as thoroughly as the rest of
