NINE
GRIM
The dark-haired omega gaped up at me. Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, the similarity to a fish not entirely flattering.
“S-Soulmate? What are you even…? What?” she finally managed to say.
I didn’t respond. There was no point.
“I don’t understand what that means!” Her eyes were wild, as if some part of her did understand, was murmuring the horrid truth to her even if she refused to listen.
“It means that were you not the one Fated to stop Ragnarök, had Verdandi not woven your thread with five godlings to save the nine worlds, you and he would still be twined together by the very essence of your souls,” Mimir said, his tone thoughtful. “What an interesting twist. I never would have suspected. Yet you took her life? Whatever foul magic you have found to sever her ties
