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I think about what he’s saying.

I don’t want to be afraid forever.

I’d rather learn from my savior than take revenge on my enemy.

“Can you help me?”

“With what?”

“With those plans.”

“The first thing you need to do is heal. This pain you’re feeling now? Don't let it defeat you. You are a god. Physical pain won’t stop you.”

“My enemy is a rich man.”

“Yes, but that’s the least of your problems. I have money. Now all we have to do is make you feel better, and then we can start planning your revenge.”

Odin

CHAPTER ONE

Six Years Later

GREECE

He’s dying.

The only person who knows what I’ve become is dying.

I don’t know if I love him. I don’t think I can actually love anyone anymore, but he saved me—not only took care of me until I was healed but also helped me be reborn.

My savior paid for my studies and taught me four more languages beyond the ones I already knew, those I inherited from my parents. In addition to Norwegian and Greek, I’m now fluent in English, German, French, and Italian.

I underwent two regenerative plastic surgeries, but incredibly, the fire didn’t disfigure my face. The worst hit area was my back. I still have some scars.

I covered them up with a tattoo before I went to live on that bastard’s island.

I don't mind being marked. The scars on my skin are nothingcompared to what I have in my memory. I only got the tattoo so as not to arouse suspicion.

For all intents and purposes, I’m only Odin Lykaios. No one knows my middle name is Hagebak, except my savior and Aristeu, my father’s cousin, whom I moved in with about a year ago, after I fully recovered.

Living on the island of Leandros Argyros was a decision my savior and I made. I needed to study the enemy closely, and my father’s cousin is his head gardener.

Even though this closeness poisons my blood every day, I’ve learned a lot since I arrived.

“How is everything going?”

I take a look at the man who is more bones than skin, and I know he won’t be living much longer. Yet on his deathbed, he seems as focused as ever on helping me get my revenge.

“I’m leaving in two weeks.”I got a scholarship to study at a university in the United States. That was part of our plans too. Part of our script which would end with destroying Leandros.

I went to high school in Athens and only moved in with Aristeu when I was in my senior year.

I don’t know how he managed to do it, but my savior not only provided all my documents, he also legally adopted me.

He’s not Greek. When I asked where his last name came from, he only said that he came from somewhere in Scandinavia.

Was that why he continued to help me? Did the fact that I was born to a Norwegian mother make him think there was a bond between us? I don't know for sure, but I don’t care either, to be honest. There’s nothing I really care about other than making Leandros Argyros pay.

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