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There was no trace of the Mistborn within Valhalla’s walls, nor had anyone seen him or Anna. Not that the gods, servants, and Valkyries we’d asked had much mind for anything but the chaos left in the wake of Loki’s escape.
“I think we have to consider that whoever took Annabel might have taken your brother as well.” Magni looked at Saga and Bjarni. “We are wasting our time here. I understand that he will be her fifth mate, but without Annabel, there is no point in looking for him. There is no point in anything.”
Saga only nodded. He was leaning against a wall in one of Valhalla’s many internal courtyards, eyes closed and face pale. I didn’t envy either of the Lokissons. I knew every one of us felt our mate’s loss so deep into our souls that there wasn’t room for anything else.
