SEVEN
ANNABEL
We walked for more than a week. At least, I thought it was more than a week. Time didn’t feel like it worked right in Hel, and I was so chronically exhausted from healing Grim it was hard to keep my bearings.
Thankfully we didn’t come across any more undead trolls, or other nightmarish creatures looking to impregnate and/or murder me. I hadn’t had the stomach to ask which option the troll had most likely been after.
I also hadn’t asked Grim for any more truths.
He was as cold and indifferent toward me as ever, but I… I was less so. Still angry that he goddamn murdered me, obviously, but it was becoming clear he had some twisted idea that this was the only way he could protect his brothers. And after what he’d shared, it was obvious that he would do anything for them.
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