Page 4 of Daddy's Justice

“She has spunk. I like that,” the man spoke again. “It will come in handy later.”

“I’m waiting.” I glared at the woman, ignoring Viking dude’s smart-ass comment. “Give me my phone.”

She laughed before crushing it in her hands.

What. The. Fuck?

What the actual fuck? How…

“Look, Morrigan, there are dark forces at play here,” purple-haired-lady said.

Nervous laughter rose up from deep within my gut and exploded outwards. I laughed until I couldn't breathe without wheezing.

Dark forces at play? What was this? They were insane. And apparently, the women knew my name also.

Great, just great. Next thing I knew, they were going to tell me that they were witches or some sort of magical beings.

“Who are you?” I turned to the other woman, the one who hadn’t just destroyed my phone like it was made of clay. The one who looked like me.

“Odin’s Operators,” she answered.

“What?” I must have fallen asleep; this was a dream. It had to be a dream. That was exactly what this was. I had fallen asleep on the park bench reading.

“You aren’t asleep. You are going to be all right, Morrigan,” the blonde said.

“How?” I must have been speaking the words out loud, there wasn’t another explanation for this insanity.

“No, you thought them.” She pushed herself to standing. “It’s telepathy. I read minds.”

Wonderful. Just fucking wonderful. My thoughts are more messed up than my words. Can’t even hide my sarcasm.

Oh, God!

That means that she knew my thoughts about all of them, especially… him. What if he could read minds too? What if he knew what I had thought, how my panties had dampened?

Shit.

“Who are you?” I turned to the big man standing next to me.

So help me God, if he said he was Thor...

“He’s not Thor.” She read my mind again.

Of course she did. Was there a way to block her from reading it?

“There is, but you haven’t figured it out yet. You haven’t accessed any of your powers.”

“Powers?” I stared at her blankly. The leather-wearing, voodoo-speaking, mind-reading freaks were out of their ever-loving minds.

“Let’s slow down a minute. I know you are overwhelmed,” the mind reader who looked like me said, gently placing her hand on my shoulder. “I am Edda, third-generation valkyrie and demigod.”

“I am Kara, also third-generation valkyrie,” the purpled-haired phone crusher introduced herself.

“I am sorry to disappoint you, but I am not Thor. I am the god called Forseti.”

“Forseti? I’ve never heard of such a god.”

Both women laughed.

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