Chapter 9One does not just recover from tragedy. Seeing the black birds frozen in huge chunks of ice, I know there will be hell to pay.
“Loki?” Jason asks as I stare at the birds we’ve brought into the house and set on my kitchen counter. A pool of water is quickly gathering on the marble around the ice.
“Yeah, this is bad,” I reply.
“Do we chisel as much of it off them as we can?”
I just look at him as if he’s forgotten who he is dealing with. Then I realize he probably doesn’t understand my powers. “I can just remove the ice from them, but I’m not sure what that would do.”
“You mean they might go into shock and die?”
“Or worse.”
His jaw drops open. “There’s a ‘worse’?”
They haven’t just been frozen in ice. They’ve been frozen in the ice of a being from Jotunheim. There is a reaso
