THIRTEEN
ANNABEL
Even with modern clothes and man-buns, Modi and Bjarni looked incredibly Viking, what with their huge frames, pale eyes, and red and blond hair. The fact that Modi refused to part with his sword didn’t help matters.
“Please, you can’t go into an airport with a weapon on your belt! You’ll get us all arrested!” I groaned, turning to Bjarni for help. He’d packed his own sword away without fuss, even going into the airport to get us the necessary forms to check weapons as luggage, but seemed far too amused at my current predicament to interfere.
“A warrior never leaves his weapon behind in enemy territory,” Modi growled, his blue gaze suspicious as he stared down at me, arms folded across his wide chest. “Do you want me to be trapped at sea, defenseless?”
I rolled my eyes
