FIVE
ANNABEL
I slept for a long time after healing Grim’s injuries.
It was hard to judge the passage of time in Hel, but when I woke up, the gray light seemed dimmer, as if dusk was nearing.
“What’s the time?” I mumbled groggily as I sat up. My head was still wrapped in the cobwebs of dreamless sleep, but I had the distinct sensation I’d been out for a while.
“Time is not a relevant concept in this place, plum,” Mimir said. When I looked in his direction, I saw his head sitting on a turned over tree trunk, the same place I’d put him down when we made camp last night.
“You have slept for nearly a full day.” Grim’s voice was gruff and unfriendly, as usual. I turned to him and arched an eyebrow at his near-n***d figure. He was sitting cross-legged with his back to a large rock, some for
