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I do as instructed, not bothering to return to the bathroom to do it. It’s not like Pres is sitting there staring and besides, I’m not the least bit modest.

“It’s okay to talk about them, ya know?” he says, breaking the silence after a few minutes.

“What purpose would that serve?”

“I don’t know,” he admits. “Maybe it would help you somehow.”

“All talking about them does is remind me of what I don’t have.”

“Aren’t you the one who’s always saying you hated your human life?”

“I did. It fucking sucked. But…”

“But what?”

“It sucked because my bitch of an ex didn’t let me see them like I wanted to. Paul and Erica were the only good things I had.”

“Okay. So why ignore the fact that they exist?”

“It’s not like I can go back to them.”

“True.”

“So, again, what purpose would it serve?”

“Look, I get it. We all have things we’d rather forget. Just seems to me that kids shouldn’t be among them.”

“Viking, I’llneverforget my kids. Not ever. But I can’t afford to think about them all the time. Not if I want to remain sane.”

“That’s assuming you’re sane to begin with.”

I stare at him for a moment and then chuckle. “Good point.”

“Seems to me that Odin’s giving you a second chance here.”

“How so?”

He arches a brow. “Do you really think he doesn’t have a hidden agenda where Kayla’s concerned? I mean, he certainly did when he gave Inferno and I ourassignments.”

“Maybe he does, but I want no part of it. I had a family once. Not looking to do it again.”

“All I’m saying is to stay open to possibilities.”

“Possibilities? We’re fucking dead, Pres,” I bark. “What the fuck kinda possibilities do we really have?”

Viking stands and stalks to the door. Glancing over his shoulder, he says, “That wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order.”

With that, he walks out of the room, leaving me to question his ‘order’ for the first time since becoming a prospect for the Valhalla Rising MC.

And you’re not a prospect anymore, so questioning orders isn’t an option.

10

Kyra

“I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

I smile at Linda, Barry’s wife, as I lift the wine glass to my lips. I arrived at their house a half hour ago, and the kids were asleep, so I decided to fill Barry in on what happened and the progress made on cleaning the place up.