THIRTY-TWO
ANNABEL
I awoke nestled in the crook of Bjarni’s arm. He was still fast asleep, sprawled out on his back as if the chill in the air didn’t bother him in the least. Which it probably didn’t, what with him being an alpha god and running at about a million degrees.
I curled up into him as tightly as I could, pressing my icy toes against his shins. Even though he’d clearly held me all night, my body temperature was still lower than ideal. Damn Fimbulwinter.
Bjarni groaned in protest, but obligingly rolled over so he could wrap me up in his grasp, enveloping me in all that delicious heat of his.
“Mmm. Thanks,” I mumbled, rubbing my nose against his blond chest hair as my feet climbed higher up his legs.
He clamped his knees together around them, stopping their ascent before gru
