“I knew of Aidan the Fierce—no mortal could kill that many of the Horde without my hearing about it. And I know that he was a bold, blond Viking who was like a god among men. Women wanted him and men wanted to be him.” He sighed. “Reminded me of myself.” Then he jerked his chin at Declan. “Chase here is a coal-haired, scarred, underhanded, emotionally deficient Irishman. Who, incidentally, is loathed universally by immortals and mortals alike.”
