“Yes. It is Loki,” I said, eyes narrowed to slits. “Which is why we have got him trussed up and are dragging him all the way back to Asgard.”
“No,” she said. “The traitor is in Asgard, and Loki hasn’t been for a very long time. I’m not saying he’s a saint, but he isn’t the traitor we’re looking for. I think it’s someone else.”
“Someone like my father?”
Annabel grimaced. “I don’t know. But I saw you when he didn’t respond to your call. You know something’s not right about it. I’m not saying we charge in and accuse the god of thunder of anything, but Modi… you gotta be prepared to at least consider the possibility. And… and if he is… the traitor… I need you to tell me you won’t turn on us.”
And there it was. She thought I was capable of turning on her. She had no concept of how profoundl
