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“That’s what my father calls him. His name is Mistilteinn.”

“Weird name.”

“I said he wasn’t from around here.” He glanced out over the village. “I’m not sure where he’s from, actually. He has a bit of an accent.”

“Can you take me to him?” I asked, an incredible idea forming in my head. “Maybe we can talk him out of helping Tyr and stop this war from ever starting! That’ll force everyone to sit down and find some way to bring all this to a peaceful end at last!”

Heimdall didn’t look back at me. He just hung his head, staring at the ground.

“What’s wrong?”

“I could show you the dome, but nothing more.”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“It’s not that,” he replied, finally looking up at me. “Tyr is the only one that can get through the magical shield. There’s not another soul on this planet that could break through that magic. Not even Mistil has ever managed to get out and from what I’ve heard, he’s tried.”

My heart fell as my idea died before it even took flight. “So… what do we do to stop it?”

“I don’t–”

He stopped, his eyes going wide.

“What’s wrong?”

He took a breath, his eyes darting back and forth. “I… I think I might have an idea.”

Chapter Twenty-Five: Loki

“Do you really think we can fool Tyr?” I asked after we’d discussed Heimdall’s idea at length on our walk back to the shack. “I don’t know if I believe he’ll ever let me into the pack.”

“Oh, he’s not going to trust you at all,” Heimdall replied. “I’m counting on it. He’ll be so worried about you that he won’t be watching me.”

“Are you sure you want to do this? To betray him like this?”

“What other choice do I have?” he asked, shaking his head. “If he gets his way, your entire family will be dead. But if I find a way to stop him first, I could save his life and theirs. There’d be no reason for bloodshed at all.” He glanced up at me, those green eyes full of concern. “But areyouokay with this?” he asked, reaching out and squeezing my shoulder. “Your brothers will think you’re a traitor.”

“They already think that,” I sighed. “Or that I’m lost at the very least. I don’t think they expected me to switch sides, but that’ll work to our advantage as well. It’ll put Thor on thedefensive and take heavier precautions. He’s been too distracted by Flynn to even notice that I’ve been sneaking into the resort. His guard is down too far.”

“I know this is my idea…” he said, combing his fingers through his short brown hair. “But deceiving both packs simultaneously to the benefit of all seems like a stretch.”

“I don’t know if we can do it either. But we have to try. Tyr can’t be allowed to continue his reign of terror.”

“I know he needs to be stopped… I just wish it wasn’t my father…”

I stopped at the edge of the clearing and pulled Heimdall into my arms. “I know. And I’m sorry. I wish he was someone else too, someone less important to you.”

“How is it possible that I can see his insanity but still feel something for him?”

I held him tight. “You feel how you feel. And that’s okay. I wish I could tell you how to deal with it and make it all go away, but I don’t know the answer. Nothing has ever prepared me for something like this. I'm even scared of what we’re about to do.”

Heimdall’s lips trailed up the side of my neck, leaving soft kisses in his wake. My skin prickled under his touch, waves of pleasure washing down my body. I let out a soft moan, leaning into his touch.

“Can we have one last night together?” he whispered in my ear. “Just you and me.”

“On one condition,” I whispered back.

“Anything you want.”

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