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“How was I supposed to know where you were, besides you didn’t have to respond, it’s not as though I have any power to actually summon you.”

“By the gods, what’s happened here?” Thor stared at the broken wood scattered on the carpet.

“An unknown caller just rang on a cell which I discovered hidden in a secret compartment inside one of Sassa’s desk drawers.” Njord could tell he now had Thor’s full attention.

“Who was she?” he asked.

“I’ve no idea. She’s coming to collect me tomorrow at eight a.m. Will you cloak yourself, and follow me? Just in case this is another of Loki’s pranks.”

“You got it buddy!”

CHAPTERSEVEN

Waitingon the steps of the manor house on the following day, Njord and Thor heard a car before they saw the silver jaguar F type coupe sweep up the drive way, scattering gravel as it came to an abrupt halt before the entrance.

Thor had cloaked himself well before the car was in visual range.

Njord took his time descending the steps, and crossed to the car. Opening the passenger door, he saw a lovely young woman in sunglasses sat at the driver’s wheel. She appeared to study him with interest. He was equally keen to scrutinize her.

“Get in.”

He did as she said and settled into the low front seat beside her. He felt Thor’s presence in the back of the car.

Neither spoke until they had purred their way around the bends and joined the A82.

“So how do you come to know, Sassa?” he finally asked.

She swung her chin towards him and studied him. Her long golden ponytail swung across her shoulders. There was something familiar about this woman that he just couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“So,MisterGodden, are you married?”

“I was, I’m divorced. Who are you?”

“My name’s Iona … Any kids?”

“Yes, a few … What’s your connection to, Sassa?”

“What’s yours?”

“Look enough games, alright? I want to know who the hell you are!”

“Who do youthinkI am?”

“I haven’t the foggiest idea, but I can tell you this, I’m getting tired of your silly questions and evasion tactics. Tell me straight, do you know where Sassa is?”

“Do you?”

“No!” I’ve told you that. This is getting old, really fast!” he growled crossly.

“Don’t I look at all familiar to you?” she asked turning to look at him again.

“Watch the fucking road, and slow down! You’re driving like a crazy woman!”

“Perhaps, like you, I don’t fear death?”

“Ah ha! Now I get it, you’re a goddess,” he guessed.

“Huh, I wish!”

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