Chapter 7I grab my reward of a single Valkyrie hair which is lying on the floor and leave the daycare. I still carry my phone in one hand, refroze shards of the ice from my scepter in the other. I squeeze the pieces together. It’s not beautiful like it had once been, but I can fix that later. I slid behind the wheel of my Phantom.
“All good?” Thor asks, his thick muscular arms are crossed over his chest and his hammer rests across his lap.
I glare at him though part of me really wants to tell him what a failure this mission has been. I wonder if he already knows.
I sense he’s irritated about me ordering him not to join the fight and he’s pouting on the inside. I am probably one of only a few people that can tell this about him just from his voice.
I, meanwhile, am in no mood to soothe
