again. “Also, it’s
“The Prose Eddas also mention who kills Fenris, and how.” Logan was growling, but his hands remained gentle on Jordan’s feet.
“And Fenris, again, is only mentioned by name in the Prose Edda.” Skye tapped her teeth. “I’m not sure what’s right and what’s wrong anymore, not where the Eddas are concerned.”
“Shit.” Kir joined them at the table. “We’ve been going mostly by the Poetic Eddas. The Prose just seemed like someone taking the Poetic and expanding on it.”
“It’s possible that’s exactly what it is.” In fact, Skye was willing to bet all their lives on it. “Still, Sleipnir went to the trouble of getting away from Odin’s ravens to call and warn us.”
“The Old Man has Hugin and Munin guarding Sleipnir?” Logan took a deep breath. “He knows.”
“Knows what?” Jordan hissed. Logan must have hit a particularly sore spot.
“That Sleipnir’s trying to warn us.”
Skye couldn’t argue. She wasn’t sure, but she remembered Odin, remembered how he’d take his ravens and use them as guards and spies. It was part of his need to know everything that was going on in his world, his way of controlling those that shouldn’t have been controlled. Gods weren’t meant to mindlessly obey, not even their leader. “I’d love to know how Sleipnir got away from them then.”
“He might not have.” Morgan grimaced as Logan shot him a dark look. “I’m sorry, but it’s the truth.”
Jordan sighed and pulled her feet from Logan’s hands. “Then we need to go rescue him.”
“No!”
Wow. The two men were
“You stay here.” Logan’s expression was grim.
Kir rubbed her belly. “You have something more important to protect.”
She glared at him before sagging in her seat. “Fine. But you had better bring me back some really good pineapple.”
“I can’t wait until she pops that kid out,” Morgan muttered. “I’m getting so sick of pineapple. Pineapple- scented candles, pineapple-scented soap, pineapple syrup, pineapple bacon…”
“They make pineapple bacon?” Skye shuddered and turned her attention back to the bickering gods.
Jordan had her arms crossed over her chest as she glared at her lovers. “Only one problem. If the Prose Edda is right, we need to keep Logan away from Heimdall. Which means you stay here too, Logan.”
“Not a chance. Blondie.” Logan was a very brave man. He ignored the storms gathering in his lover’s eyes. “He’s my
Kir stiffened. “If you go, I go.”
Skye had to break the glare the two of them were giving each other. Rain began pouring outside the window, the flash and boom of thunder shaking the house. Baldur was getting pissed off. “Maybe neither of you should go.” She held up her hands when the two men turned to her. “Seriously. Let someone else take care of it for once. You two stay here and protect Jordan.”
“Magnus and I can go.” Morgan’s quiet voice broke the stalemate. “You can trust us to take care of Sleipnir.”
Logan shook his head. “I’m going.”
“Logan.”
“No. I left him there. Hell, I’m the one who handed him to that son of a bitch. I’m going to be the one to take him home or…”
“Or die trying?” Jordan took Logan’s hand. “You’d leave Kir and I alone? Leave our children?”
The flash of lightning outside the window nearly blinded her as thunder shook the building. When she could see again,
“Blondie.” Logan stood and moved around the table to cradle Kir’s face in his hands. “Help me save my son.”
The rain eased from a downpour to a steady rain. Baldur was still upset, but the god was going back to sleep, lulled by his lover.
“Please.”
Kir took Logan in his arms, his head resting against Logan’s chest. “I can’t lose you.”
“I can’t lose you, either.”
Both their voices were trembling, the thought that Heimdall could take Logan away obviously shaking them both to the core.
Morgan held his finger to his lips and gestured for her to get up.
“Where are you two going?” Jordan’s voice was none too steady either as she watched her lovers break down before her. She was stroking Logan’s hair and pressing soft kisses to Kir’s head where it rested against Logan.
She shared a quick look with Morgan. If she had her way, they were going to plot behind Logan’s back. Nothing was worth losing him. If they lost Logan, they’d lose Kir, and Grimm would win. “We’re going back to our place.”
Morgan’s expression was extremely pleased. It didn’t occur to her until she saw that expression that she’d said
Logan looked at them both over Kir’s head and smiled. “Thank you.”
Morgan led Skye out of the Tate-Saeter condo. “So much for pizza.”
She laughed softly, but sobered quickly. “You think they’re going to go after Sleipnir?”
Morgan shrugged. “If I know Logan? Hell yes.”
She grunted. “It’s not safe. We can’t risk him.”
Morgan shook his head as he let them into the condo. “He’s been protecting Kir for centuries. He doesn’t really see risk to himself anymore. As long as Jordan and Kir are safe, he wouldn’t think twice about placing himself in danger.”
“That’s not good.”
“No. If we lose Logan—”
“We lose Kir.” She made her way to the kitchen table and their cold, soggy tuna melts. “Ew.”
He laughed. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll make something else.”
She bit her lip and shot him a sideways glance. “Can we have pizza?”
He threw a napkin at her.
“Hold the pineapple.”
“Brat.”
She waited until he was in the kitchen, merrily whistling a tune. “Your brat.”
“He called Skuld.”
Grimm stared at Rina, his expression blank. Damn it, he’d hoped the stupid horse… Wait a moment. “He did what?”
Rina nodded grimly. “He shifted into a human and called Skuld. He warned her that Logan should beware Heimdall.”
Grimm took a deep breath at the betrayal. Not only had Sleipnir warned Grimm’s enemy, he’d hidden the fact that he was a shape shifter, the same as his brothers and sister. After everything Grimm had put him through, he would have thought the horse would change, try to escape long before now.
Instead, he’d spied on Grimm from day one, keeping the biggest secret of them all.
“Let me kill him.”
He held up his hand. “Wait.” He summoned Hugin, leaving Munin to watch Sleipnir. Hugin landed on the table, turning immediately to stone. Grimm caressed the head of the statue, allowing the scene to play out in his mind.
“Logan won’t let this go.”
