TWENTY-ONE
ANNABEL
“The only way we stand a chance is if we take him by surprise.”
I looked up at Bjarni as he paced in front of the makeshift board he’d made from scavenged pieces of paper and a broken chair. On it he’d drawn a rough layout of Loki’s location, along with a few scribbled notes. As much as he thought his father wasn’t going to be overcome by our ragtag little group, he’d committed to trying.
Possibly because we all knew that without Loki, we didn’t stand a chance. He might be powerful, but it’d be infinitely easier to beat him than it would Odin and all the forces of Valhalla.
“How will we manage to surprise him?” Modi cut in. “He already knows we’re here. He knows we want to bring him before Odin.”
“He won’t expect me to come back,” Bjarni said, and the bitter twinge
