THIRTY-ONE
MODI
“Nidhug?” Annabel asked, butchering the word completely, yet removing none of the chill just the sound of that name caused. “You’ve mentioned him before, right? Who’s he again?”
“The Devourer,” Loki said, his face as pale as the fog surrounding us. “Your foolish mates are planning on bringing us directly into his maw.”
“I’m sorry, that’s really not an explanation,” she snapped. “Some of us aren’t all that well-versed in mythology.”
Loki turned to look at her. His eyes seemed dark as midnight as his gaze locked on her small form. “Perhaps that is the problem, human—you and your kind have forgotten what you once knew to be true. You have forsaken the old ways. Forsaken your old gods, your old fears.”
Annabel only blinked once, then turned to Bjarni. “Your dad is speakin
