THIRTY-FIVE
GRIM
Three weeks.
It had been three weeks less a day since Bjarni left with the girl and Magni’s brother, and all we had discovered in their absence was that Mimir wasn’t in Valhalla and Freya had vanished from Folkvangr.
In the first few days, Magni’s sister had proven herself a valuable ally. She’d asked questions I would never have been granted an answer to and lobbied for me, Magni, and Saga to receive some freedom to move around Valhalla during our captivity.
But on the fourth day, after discovering Freya’s disappearance, she’d informed us that she would leave to search for her, certain that the wayward goddess was linked to the traitor she’d claimed resided in Valhalla and leaving us to search for clues on our own.
I shot my brother a look across the room. Not that
