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“That’s enough,” Tyr called. “Leave him be, Vidar. The deed is done.”

Tyr had been more of a father to him than Loki ever had, and even he was leaving Fenrir to die.

The gods walked off the mountain one by one and disappeared, leaving only Loki and Fenrir.

“How can you leave me here?” Fenrir yelled. “You yourself were tied to a rock by Odin. You know what this feels like. How can you do this to me?”

Loki turned to him sadly. “I’ll make it up to you someday, Fen. I promise. One day I will make it up to you, and you will forgive me.”

Fenrir’s mind shifted back to the present as Loki hugged him. Anger and pain bubbled inside him at the memories, but he pushed them down.

“Find her,” said Fenrir. “You find Grace for me, and I’ll forgive you for the past.”

Loki stepped back and looked at Fenrir, his expression serious, his gaze intensifying to completely silver.

They stood without speaking for several moments, and then Loki nodded. “Heit-strengja.”

Fenrir’s eyes widened.Heit-strengja? Loki was willing to make the ancient sacred oath to help him? His chest tightened.

“I accept,” Fenrir growled.

Loki nodded and looked around. “We don’t have a pig to make the oath over and sacrifice later, but how about a beer?”

Fenrir’s beast remained agitated. He wanted to find Grace, bite Grace, mate Grace.

Fenrir swallowed hard. With how Grace had reacted to him touching and sniffing her, Fenrir knew he would need to go slow. It was possible she didn’t even understand what was blossoming between them; after all, they’d just met. Yes, she’d had a physical reaction to him. But that had been more animalistic than emotional. He needed to connect with her emotionally first. If he could win the woman, the rest would come naturally.

Besides, if it was possible to finally heal the old wounds between him and his father, he needed to deal with that first. After all, it was something he’d been trying to accomplish for the last hundred years since being in the underworld.

Fenrir finally nodded. “A beer.”

Loki smiled and clapped Fenrir on the shoulder. “I think you could use a few more than one. And while we drink, you can tell me everything you remember about your Grace so I can find her for you.”

HisGrace. That part was absolutely right. Another image of her luscious curvy body sparked in his mind making his pants suddenly too tight.

Fenrir coughed and fell in step with Loki as they headed down the street. “That’s not going to be a problem,” he said. “I remember everything. Every last detail.”

CHAPTER7

Grace tooka deep breath before walking into Odin’s place. She’d gotten less than an hour’s sleep. Her mind and spirit had spent the entire night replaying the interaction with Fenrir as well as every touch, look, feeling, and thought. And damn, the thoughts had gotten hot. Like, sheet gripping, toe-curling, making a girl want to strip naked and wear out the batteries of every personal pleasure device in the Underworld, hot. At one point, she was pretty sure she’d melted into the sheets and was nothing more than a puddle of goo.

To say that Fenrir, God of Wolves, was handsome was an understatement. He was… well… a god. Dark hair. Intense eyes. Chiseled, everything. Arms big enough to crush a giant. All of it. It was a shifter female’s wet dream, and damn if he wasn’t hers. There was only one problem… he was a god. And she was just her. Yes, technically, she was a demigod, child of a Goddess, but even so, she was mortal. Wasn’t she? No one knew for sure. Would she live a human span of life? Or longer? Or was she immortal? Was Fenrir the reason she’d come to the Underworld? Or was her body finally waking up to the fact that sexy men existed? A million more questions bombarded her like a tidal wave.

Grace grabbed her head. “Shut up!”

“Who shut up?”

Grace spun around to find Brigeeta behind her.

Her cheeks flushed. “Oh, uh… no one. Just my wolf spirit being weird.”

Brigeeta nodded, and Vivian entered, spotted Grace, and raced to her, taking Grace’s hands in her own.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?”

Grace looked between Brigeeta and Grace. “Uh, yeah. I’m good. Why?”

Oh no! Had they heard her tossing, turning, and moaning all night?

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