Page 45 of Fenrir

Odin snorted. “Take the rest of the weekend. Hell, take a month if you want. Paid, of course. And let me know if you need anything else covered. Food. Medicine. Anything.”

Grace nodded. “Thank you.”

Behind them, the door smashed open, and Vivian and Brigeeta rushed in, fangs bared.

“Where are they?” Vivian yelled. “Let me at those bastards.”

“I’ll show them what it’s like to mess with our roomie,” said Brigeeta.

Odin looked up and stood. “Thank you, ladies, but we have it handled.”

The two scanned the room, and their gazes landed on Fenrir and Grace.

“Did they stab you?” Vivian demanded, stalking forward. “Motherfreakers! I’m going to sniff them out and rip them apart.”

Surprisingly Fenrir didn't growl at her as she approached.

“No,” said Odin. “I will deal with them. You two, please just get this place cleaned up.” At that moment, the remnants of the speaker fell off the wall and crashed to the floor.

Odin held out his hand, and his spear flew back to him.

Vivian looked at him for a moment and then relaxed. “Of course, Boss.”

He looked at Fenrir. “Can you get Grace home, or do you need help?”

Fenrir growled, looking completely feral with his pitch-black eyes and hair whipping around him.

A look of concern crossed Odin’s face. “I’ll call Loki.”

“He’s at the bar,” said Brigeeta. “He came in about five minutes ago.”

Odin nodded and headed out the door.

Brigeeta looked from Fenrir to Grace. “Are you okay?” she asked tentatively.

Grace waved them off and threw them a tight smile as exhaustion settled over her as the silver poison entered her chest and limbs.

“I just need a nap.”

The two women watched Grace and Fenrir, and Grace realized that she’d been clutching Fenrir’s hand.

No one moved for a minute until the door burst inward, again. Grace wondered if she would ever get used to people simply walking into rooms after the day’s events.

Loki scanned the scene and then made his way to Grace and Fenrir.

“Fenrir.” Loki touched Fenrir’s shoulder.

Fenrir snarled and bared his teeth, but Loki didn’t flinch.

“Fenrir,” he said again. “Take Grace to the apartment.”

Fenrir’s gaze cleared a bit, and his fangs retracted.

“Take her to the apartment, Fen. Get her somewhere safe.”

Fenrir looked down at Grace, and when he did, his gaze returned to its natural golden color. He looked a Loki and nodded once before standing with Grace in his arms and heading for the door.

His strong arms enveloped her, but the softness of his fur tickled her skin. He didn’t meet her eye, but his determined gaze stayed on the path before them. She rested her head on his shredded t-shirt, which smelled of blood and sweat.

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