Chapter 6I especially hate it when it’s not Thor doing the injury. This is just insult.
The wallop sends brilliant, warm light flooding through my head and drops me to the ground. It takes me a moment to gather my senses again and shake the dazzling spots from before my eyes.
I feel searching hands on me. The mugger is going for my wallet.
I let him.
After all, isn’t that the best way to stay alive, give the attacker what he wants? Let him think he’s dealing with another pretty boy human.
He finds the wallet inside my jacket pocket as I knew he would. By now, I’m fully recovered, but I’m pretending I’m not. My hands are flat on the blacktop and it’s slowly gathering a glossy sheen it didn’t have before.
The mugger unfolds the wallet and opens it like it’s a half-bloomed flower he’s c
