Page 10 of Daddy's Justice

Chapter Three

Forseti

I didn’t need to have the ability to read minds to see what was going on in Morrigan’s head. She was a smart woman. Her father, one of my grandfather’s closest friends, was the original God of Justice. He was incredibly intelligent, and I had no doubt that Morrigan had a keen mind. She would try to manipulate her way into getting what she wanted, and what she wanted right now was to go home.

Home was not in the cards for Morrigan, however. I would see to that. The forces working against her had been descending, rapidly, into her city. It had been imperative that we remove her quickly from her familiar surroundings. We had been just in time, as I had found out. The dark forces had been less than ten minutes behind us. Too close for comfort.

I needed to sit down with Morrigan and lay out the ground rules and quick. I felt how her heart rate had responded to my threat of spanking in the park. In truth, I had used that method on a few valkyrie recruits over the years, and it had always worked wonders. I would, of course, need to temper my strength, for now. I had no idea what her pain tolerance was like.

There was something about Morrigan, something I couldn’t put my finger on. She intrigued me. She had been one of the top warriors in Odin’s plan. Her pedigree was above par. She was a beautiful woman, her body carved perfectly. I found myself aroused by her mere presence, something I had never experienced with any other woman. I had to push the desire to toss her on the table, tear that dress from her body and claim her as mine to the back of my mind. I had never been so aroused that I spun out of control, and I wasn’t about to start now.

I needed to focus on the mission. Loki cared about one thing and one thing only, himself. Once he had a plan in mind, a plan that would benefit him, he wouldn’t stop until he achieved it. He had his eyes set on Midgard. He wanted to rule Earth, be worshipped by the human population, and he wasn’t going to let a group of valkyrie demigods get in his way. Loki wouldn’t stop until Morrigan was dead. My mission was to make sure that never happened.

“Let’s go in the living room.” I led Morrigan into the room that had been my favorite for over a hundred years. I watched Morrigan’s face as we entered it. Her jaw dropped open as she viewed the tall ceilings, large windows, red, silver and gold decor and pitch-black leather couches. “Beautiful, isn’t it? It isn’t Glitnir, but it’ll do.”

“Glitnir?”

“Glitnir is my home; humans would call it a palace. I will take you to see it eventually. Its pillars are made of red gold and its roof is inlaid with silver. I reside over the court of justice in it. All legal disputes in my world go through me.”

“So, you are a judge?”

“God, Morrigan. I’m a god. The God of Justice. I take my responsibility very seriously.”

“That is right. A god. I must not forget that little fact,” her tone dripped with sarcasm. “Don’t they need you right now?”

“I’m sure my caseload is building up, but this was more important. When Odin sends a team of Operators, everything else pauses.”

“Odin’s Operators,” she muttered.

At least she had been paying attention.

“That is right. We are the best of the best. We’ve honed our powers, have specific skill sets and are Odin’s most trusted warriors.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Why don’t you sit?” It wasn’t a question and she knew it. She looked around at her options and decided on a leather recliner. A one-person leather recliner. She didn’t want me sitting next to her. That was fine, I had no intention of sitting at all. I leaned against the wall and watched her settle into it. Even at her size, much larger than the average human female, she was engulfed by the enormity of the chair. It was designed for visiting gods. She looked so childlike sitting there.

I wanted to pull her out of the chair and into my arms. I shook the thought from my head. That wouldn’t do. I was here to protect her, not to coddle her.

“What specific skill set do you have?”

Her question was a good one, and I was glad to answer. We would need to figure out her skill set soon.

“I was born with the abilities of enhanced charisma, enhanced intelligence, wisdom, healing, light generation, order manipulation and serenity inducement.” I was also a master of combat, but that wasn’t an ability I had been born with. It was a skill I had honed with hard work and discipline.

“Oh, I see.”

I saw the doubt cross her features. She thought I was insane. Humans really had a hard time wrapping their limited brains around our culture and, because of that, had ceased to teach it. Morrigan had been raised among humans and hadn’t been exposed to our world.

“It is okay to ask me questions, sweetheart. I know that all of this is confusing to you. I bet you think we are insane. What are you thinking?”

“What am I thinking? What am I thinking? You are right, I do think you are fucking insane!” She jumped up from the seat. “I think you have played too many role-play games and have mixed up reality with fiction. I think you have broken into someone’s mansion, likely a celebrity’s, and convinced yourself that you own it.”

Her tone got higher pitched and her volume got louder as she yelled. I could feel her heart racing from across the room, she was seconds from a full-fledged panic attack.

“You have issues, dude, and now you have felony kidnapping to add to them. I am shocked at the lengths you will go to try and convince me that you are telling the truth. Fuck this shit. I’m going home.” She turned toward the doorway as if she was going to run.

There was nowhere for her to go.

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