ᚴᛅᛒᛁᛏᚢᛚᛁ 18
The sound of the secret passage door opening made me sit up straight and once again smooth down my uniform. Heather was Asger’s mother, after all. It was kind of strange to be in the same room with her after I’d had Asger between my legs.
The Archivist stormed into our little room, his eyes flicking to my flushed cheeks and his expression turned even darker. Well, excuse me. He’d told me not to touch anything, but there had been no rule about me being touched. Besides, it wasn’t like he should care about what I did in my spare time, even if it was getting up close with Vikings.
Heather gave me a knowing smile. Thank goodness, she wasn’t reacting in the way my own mother would have. With embarrassment and barely concealed bewilderment. I think my father had been the only man
