TWENTY-THREE
ANNABEL
It was such a peaceful scene. Heavy flakes of snow fell from the sky in unending but tranquil flurries, highlighting the thick, white blanket embracing the log cabin in its clearing. Smoke rose from the chimney and warm light glowed through the windows, a perfect postcard in the middle of the apocalypse.
Seasons greetings from the God of Mischief, killer of ravens.
Father of the f*****g year.
I clenched my hands into fists, determination steeling me against the cold. I’d changed into the feathered outfit Verdandi had given me back in Jotunheim, partly for the added warmth and partly because it made me feel strong enough to take on what lay ahead.
In the sensation of the subtle leather against my skin lay a reminder of the power that had awakened in me since my pa
