T.J. dangled four sets of handcuffs from his finger. “Here’s the thing, Magnus: Gunilla made it clear that if we don’t prove our loyalty to Valhalla by apprehending you, we will spend the next hundred years in the boiler room shoveling coal. So consider yourself under arrest, blah, blah, blah.” Halfborn grinned. “But the other thing is: we’re Vikings. We’re pretty bad at following orders. So consider yourself free again.” T.J. let the handcuffs slip from his finger. “Oops.” My spirits lifted. “You mean—” “He means, you idiot,” Mallory said, “that we’re here to help.” “I love you guys.”
I Love them so much
