It clanged against Sam’s ax, knocking the weapon from her hand, almost taking off her face in the process. She stared at me in disbelief. “What the Helheim?” “You started it!” Hearth grabbed her ankle. Sam kicked him away. “And stop kicking my elf!” I said. Sam pushed back her headscarf, letting her dark hair sweep her shoulders. She crouched in a wrestler’s stance, ready to take us all on. “So help me, Magnus, if I had my full powers, I would rip your soul from your body for all the trouble you’ve caused me.” “That’s nice,” I said. “Or you could tell us what you’re doing here. Maybe we could
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