Page 13 of Fenrir

“Brigeeta told me you rushed out last night after that creep. Fenrir sat at your table and then tried to make out with you. And when I got home, your door was locked.”

Grace slipped her hands from Vivian’s as anger bubbled up inside her. Fenrir wasn’t a creep.

“What are you talking about?”

“You were sitting there with him, and then you backed away, and he tried to like kiss you or something. Devlin at my table saw it and said something,” said Brigeeta.

“No.” Grace shook her head. “It wasn’t like that. He isn’t like that. He was just sniffing me.”

Brigeeta and Vivian wrinkled their noses.

“It’s a wolf thing. And he wasn’t a creep. Why would you say that?” Her words came out a bit too defensively.

“I didn’t mean, creep,” said Brigeeta. “I meant creepy. He was being creepy.”

“He’s always creepy,” said Vivian. “And that’s saying a lot considering I’m a Vampire, and I’m saying it.”

“Yeah, whenever he comes in here, he just sits at the bar alone, drinks, and stares. He doesn’t talk to anyone. Doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t do anything but just sit there and watch everyone.” Brigeeta shivered. “It’s weird.”

“Maybe he’s shy,” Grace said too forcefully.

Vivian burst out laughing. “A Norse god? Shy? You have to be kidding. Even if you read all the myths and stories about him, he’s seriously messed up. Being tied to a rock for eons. Biting off the hand of his only friend.”

“Not to mention being hated by all the gods for being prophesied to be the one who will kill them all.”

Vivian nodded. “And when he comes in, sometimes he smells so strongly of blood.”

“Like he’s murdering people.”

Grace held up her hands. “Stop it. Do either of you actually know him? Have you ever talked to him?”

“Did you talk to him?” asked Vivian, opening her eyes wide. “Or did he just stare at you?”

Brigeeta laughed.

“We… uh… well, he asked me my name.” Okay, so maybe they hadn’t really talked, but somehow Grace felt as if they’d said volumes to each other. At least their bodies and wolf selves had.

“Well, if you aren’t scared of him, he didn’t try to kiss you, and you don’t think he’s a creep; why did you run out?” asked Brigeeta.

Grace swallowed hard. “I… uh… well… it’s hard to explain. I just…” Just what? Was so turned on by him that it freaked her out? She couldn’t tell them that.

A smile crept across Brigeeta’s lips. “You like him.”

Vivian’s eyes popped wide. “No. Tell me you don’t. Please, Grace.”

“Why? What would be so bad about me liking him? I mean, he’s hotter than Lucifer, and he smells amazing. And those eyes…” His face drifted into her mind. “And muscles. All those muscles.” Grace snapped her mouth shut, afraid she might start drooling.

Vivian shook her shoulders. “Grace. Please. Stay away from him. If all the Norse gods fear him and keep their distance, that should tell you something.”

Grace’s patience snapped, and she was about to tell Vivian off when there was a knock on the locker room door. “You gals come here to chat all day, or are you gonna serve some customers?” Odin called.

Vivian let go of Grace, and Grace grabbed her apron and tied it around herself. She headed for the door, angry and irritated. She liked Viv and Brigeeta, but their dislike for Fenrir had her ready to tear out their throats. Nothing had ever made her feel that way before. Not even the time a male had made fun of her for developing so early and had called her a midget corgi butt.

As she opened the door, it dawned on her. She didn’t like people insulting Fenrir.

Crap!How was this possible? She’d spent less than two minutes with the man at a speed dating event, and already she and her spirit side were ready to tear the head off anyone who spoke badly about him. If she was that protective of him after two minutes, what would happen if she spent longer with him?

He set off her imagination. He set off her hormones. And now he was setting off her protective instincts.

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