TEN
MODI
My kidneys still ached as we made our way off Bifrost and into Midgard, high on a windswept mountainside in the land I knew as Norge.
Bjarni insisted we call it Norway, reminding me how Annabel spoke English and so should we when we were around her. I didn’t care enough to argue, even if a spiteful part of me wanted to take every opportunity to make the feral little omega as uncomfortable as possible.
She wasn’t particularly strong, but during her tantrum as she hung over my shoulder screaming like a banshee, she’d had impeccable aim. I grimaced and shifted the sleeping girl in my arms, momentarily considering placing her back over my shoulder so I could rub my back where bruises from her tiny fists were undoubtedly blooming. But that would mean placing her sweetly perfumed ne
