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October 31 - December 12, 2022
“You’re at month five, bro. Good luck to you.”
She’d never discussed the male who’d been ballsy enough to fuck Sabine.
“The war approaches its crescendo. And your power isn’t ready.”
“Hel’s armies shall strike at your command, Bryce Quinlan.”
Hunt growled, low and deep. “I’m going to fuck you senseless.” Her nipples were hard as pebbles, and she squirmed against him. Nothing but those little lace panties separated her sweetness from his bare thighs. But then Holstrom shouted, “That sounds medically dangerous!”
“After this spring, I can’t help but wonder if there is something out there. Guiding all this. If there’s some game afoot that’s … I don’t know. Bigger than anything we can grasp.” “What do you mean?” “Hel is another world. Another planet. Aidas said so—months ago, I mean. The demons worship different gods than we do, but what happens when the worlds overlap? When demons come here, do their gods come with them? And all of us, the Vanir … we all came from elsewhere. We were immigrants into Midgard. But what became of our home worlds? Our home gods? Do they still pay attention to us? Remember
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Seven planets around a massive star. Seven Asteri—technically six now—to rule Midgard. Seven Princes of Hel to challenge them. Seven Gates in this city through which Hel had tried to invade this spring. Seven and seven and seven and seven—always that holy number. Always
No one had said those words to Hunt in two centuries. Shahar had never said them.
“Everything that ever happened to me, it was all so I could meet you, Quinlan. Be here with you. I’m yours. Forever.”
“Ruhn didn’t tell you about, uh, my past?” “You mean about you having a thing for Bryce? No.” “Then how the fuck do you know?” “She’s Bryce. Everyone has got a thing for her.”
