Chapter 21Those were the words that came out of my mouth, but in the middle of the sentence I blink and when I open my eyes again, I am no longer in the underworld, but neither am I home. Fenrir is no longer with me. I am standing before Odin who is seated before me on his raised dais and throne. Comparatively, I feel dwarfed. I also do the only thing I can do: scramble to bow to the All-Father.
I dare to look up. Fires burning within large, standing sconces light the room and shine off all the edges of wrought iron decorations woven throughout the decor. “You rang?”
Odin overlooks my comment. “I have heard some disturbing things lately.” He holds up the book that I created in the library and left of the shelf. I see that the lock which Thor couldn’t open with brute force is open. Odin d
