Chapter 8In my living room, I click the remote for the electric fireplace. I don’t need the heat. In fact, I generally don’t prefer it. Valkyries on the other hand like it hot, needing the heat of battle to fire their blood. I pull a white blanket of faux fur off the black leather couch and spread it over the cool hardwood floor before the fireplace. The Runes I scoop off the table and scatter over the blanket.
I haven’t called on the Valkyries since my banishment. Would they even come now? Of course, if this doesn’t work, maybe I can steal Thor’s hammer and let him bash me a good one when he catches up to me. That has always worked before to get the Valkyries’ attention.
I kick off my shoes and socks, savoring the smooth cold hardness beneath my feet. Then I step barefoot onto the bl
