SEVENTEEN
BJARNI
I was pretty sure I was walking in circles.
“Can’t you just take the direct route? We don’t have time for this,” I growled at Arni, who was perched on a branch ahead of me.
“Your father gives instructions. I follow,” he squawked. “This is the route we must take if you wish for an audience.”
“An audience,” I spat. “I’m his son. Why is he making this so difficult? He must know things are dire if I am here to see him.”
“He doesn’t trust your companions. And he is displeased that you failed him,” Arni said, flapping his wings and then taking off so he could land on my shoulder. He thumped against my coat, scrambling to not fall off, not nearly as elegant as he normally flew.
“Failed him?” I asked, gobsmacked. “How? We procured the omega and she is going to stop Ragnarök
