Page 5 of Daddy's Justice

“He gets that a lot. Surprisingly, as he is one of the twelve leading gods,” Edda said.

“I am Odin’s grandson, the God of Justice. My father, Baldur was Odin’s beloved son. I am Thor’s nephew,” Forseti explained.

That was it. I knew then that I was dreaming. He was claiming to be Thor’s nephew, for fuck’s sake. I sat down on the ground, put my head in my hands and wailed with laughter. Of course, I would have the oddest dream ever. Not even my dreams could be normal.

Time to wake up, Morrigan.

I shook myself. What do they do in dreams when they want to wake up? Oh, yeah. They pinch themselves. I pinched my arm and slowly opened my eyes.

He was still there. Peering at me as if I had a horn growing out of my forehead.

“Fuck.”

“I really don’t like that language,” he stated, scowling at me.

What did he mean he didn’t like that language? What was a little cursing? He couldn’t be serious.

“He is very serious,” Edda said, reading my mind again. “He is the God of Justice. He is fair, but he is very strict. Quite the taskmaster.”

Forseti cleared his throat.

“What?” She smiled at him. “I’m just telling the truth, boss.”

“We need to get out of here,” Kara reminded them, looking nervous. “Before we draw a crowd.”

“I agree.” Edda nodded. I felt Forseti’s strong hands under my arms, lifting me to standing.

“Hold on to me now, Morrigan.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted his other arm in the air. My body felt shaky, the air in my lungs seemed to dissipate. I couldn’t breathe. Everything went black.

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