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“No, I can’t do it, especially when you have a new life in you now.” He raised his voice a notch. “Tessa, please, you can fight this. You’re a Morrigan.” I snorted, as if that meant anything.
For the first time, I felt warmth as another spark of flame shot up in my belly, roaring to life and announcing its existence. The new life! I felt him inside me. I pressed my belly protectively. I was pregnant with a son.
“I’m not looking for a perfect woman, Tessa,” I had confessed. “I’m looking for you. I was enraged, not at you, but at whoever hurt you. You’re going to tell me who did this to you, and I’m going to find those motherfuckers and eat their hearts.”
It was intoxicating to be kissed by a god such as Ragnarö, yet it felt wrong. While his scent of merciless snow and storm trapped me, I fought to reach something else—flame and inferno and smoke. But the Ice God’s power was too great, and the flame I craved was absent. His ice burned and burned and burned.
“Promise me this. You’ll wait for me. I’ll track you to the end of the world and bring you back. You’re mine and no one else’s. Promise me!”
