Page 20 of Daddy's Justice

The horse? Winter! Of course! I smiled, Morrigan would love Winter. “Great idea!”

“And Forseti?”

“Yes?”

“Feeling intensely doesn’t make one weak.”

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Forseti

When I arrived back at the manor, the sound of laughter coming from the living room beckoned me. I slipped into the room, leaned against the wall and observed the scene in front of me.

Kara sat behind Morrigan, braiding her long blonde hair and wrapping it up on the sides of her head in a typical swordmaiden design. “If the enemy can grab ahold of your hair in any hand-to-hand combat, they can use it against you. By braiding it and wrapping it tightly, there is nothing for them to grasp onto,” Kara explained.

“Yes, I often wore my hair up in buns when practicing Krav Maga.”

“It is best to not to be close enough to an enemy to worry about such things,” added Edda, sitting across from them.

I felt bad for intruding in what seemed to be a bonding moment between the three women.

“Have you started working on recognizing and using your powers yet?” Kara asked.

“Not yet,” Morrigan responded.

“What were you two doing while we were gone then?” Kara accused.

“We weren’t gone long, Kara,” Edda said. “To them, it was only a few hours. Remember, time doesn’t work the same way here as it does on Asgard and in other realms. They were busy… doing other things.” She winked.

“Oh no! It wasn’t like that,” Morrigan stammered. I loved the blush that rose to her cheeks.

“I didn’t see you locked into a deep lovers’ embrace?” Edda teased.

Morrigan’s hand flew up to her mouth, and she traced her still swollen bottom lip with the tip of her pointer finger. I grinned, knowing she still felt my lips pressed to hers. I hadn’t been gentle. I wanted to leave her lips as bruised as her bottom and wanting more.

“It was just that one kiss,” Morrigan reassured them.

“I will tell you one thing,” Edda said, gently. “I’ve never seen Forseti react to someone like he does you. Generally speaking, he is the calmest god on Asgard. He’s never lost control of his emotions the way he does with you.”

“It is because he loves her,” Kara said, as nonchalantly as if she was talking about the weather.

“Love? He doesn’t love me,” Morrigan protested. The certainty in her voice concerned me.

“Of course, he loves you,” Kara responded, coolly. “I don’t have to be a mind reader to know that.”

“I am a mind reader,” Edda added, “and trust me when I say he loves you.”

“I thought he blocked you from reading his mind,” Morrigan stated.

I do. How did she know what I had been thinking? I always had my guard up.

“He does, normally. But when he was holding you, his guard went down. Apparently, the emotions he was feeling toward you prevented him from blocking me out. He loves you, Morrigan. For him to be feeling this way, it means he has found his mate.”

“His…” Morrigan paused, and although I couldn’t see her face, I could feel her emotions and hear the uncertainty in her tone. “Mate?”

“You know, his wife,” Kara added, using the Midgard word for mate.

I had heard enough and cleared my throat, making my presence known. I didn’t like Kara and Edda spilling all my secrets, but besides that, Morrigan had enough going on without adding to the confusion she was already feeling.

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