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“But she left the portal open,” Hunt said. “To Midgard.” Aidas turned those weary eyes to him. “I believe it shall shut when she and the Horn in her back are obliterated.” “She left it open to come home,” Hunt snarled. He studied the Mask in his hands. She’d left it with him … why? He’d have no ability to get it back to the Fae in their home world. Hel, he couldn’t even wield the damn thing. He wasn’t Made; he couldn’t command it.
No but fucking Isaiah can
