TWENTY-FOUR
ANNABEL
Modi showed me how to infuse my magic into a length of rope he pulled from the rucksack they’d carried with us from Asgard. It was tricky, my fingers fumbling on the twine and my vision blurring.
Now that the fight was over, the connection between the three of us that had flowed so freely seemed barely there, and I had to focus to keep my rapidly waning power connected with Bjarni so our prisoner didn’t escape before we could tie him up.
“Just a little longer,” the redhead said quietly when my hold on the rope slipped. He steadied me with his grip around my body as well as his presence within my magic.
His sparking power tightened around mine, pulling it into place rather than guiding it now. Not that I minded—with every second that passed, it became harder and har
