THIRTY-NINE
ANNABEL
It took several moments before I could breathe again. The agony behind my ribs was blinding, and I lost track of time as I shuddered, hands pressed to where it felt like I was being torn asunder.
But slowly the pain eased to a dull, aching throb. That familiar agony I’d carried while I’d been parted from Saga and Magni for the past three weeks set in, only instead of two tears in the fabric of my mind, it was four.
“Sonuvabitch,” I gasped once I could speak. “Mother of god.”
“You will find sons of bitches and their mothers aplenty here, omega. And even gods,” a dry voice sounded from beyond my misery. “But I suspect that is not why you have sought me out.”
Slowly I raised my head to take in my surroundings, forcing my body to straighten from the fetal position I’d
