FIFTEEN
ANNABEL
“How did a goddess get kidn*pped to Hel, and no one knew about it?” I stomped my way through the underbrush, anger fueling my pace. “For f**k’s sake, someone must have known! Sensed it…”
I trailed off as something dawned on me, and I spun around to face Grim.
“Did you know? Is this another part of that grand plan your ex-ally set up to end everything that was ever good?”
Grim only looked at me, his features stony.
“He won’t be able to tell you if he did,” Mimir reminded me. “The binding spell he is under is ironclad. And mine too, for that matter.”
I bared my teeth and hissed. “Is it that easy? Exiling gods and prophets to Hel, and silencing those who know about it?”
“No,” Mimir said. “It is not easy. Very few—”
He broke off on a gargle, as if someone had snapped h
