Page 27 of Vicar
Chapter Thirteen
“ITHINK Ididsave you, Trinity,” Vicar said. “And I think it cost us everything.”
“Everything,” Trinity murmured, wondering just what that meant. How much had they lost? “That sounds like a lot.”
“Which means you might share as much history as Thorulf and I did.” Jade’s eyes widened on Thorulf. “Do you think Violence got inside their heads when they were little like Evil did us?”
“Impossible to know,” he replied. “Though it certainly sounds like Violence has been in their lives a long time.”
Trinity shivered at the thought. It did sound that way. Which led her mind back to the worlds she was evidently subjected to before being born.
“I just wish I knew why I would have gone anywhere near Múspellsheimr, to begin with.” She looked at her sister. “Ireland made sense for you because that’s where our spirits first came into existence. Helheim for Maya but Múspellsheimr for me? How did I get there?”
“Assuming you went to Múspellsheimr first,” Vicar said, the deep rumble of his voice drawing her gaze his way. Everything about him, for that matter. When she first arrived, he seemed like too much all the way around. Now she saw his sinful allure clearly. His magnetic draw. She had thought he’d gone overboard with his tattoos. Now she wanted to explore them. Run her fingers over the intricate triangular one she could only see so much of but suspected dwarfed his chest.
“There’s every possibility you went to Alfheim first.” Vicar arched a brow at her. “That would make more sense, no? Would perhaps draw a dragon such as yours?”
“Aww.” Jade nodded, following his thought process. “Because she’s sweet by nature and more peaceful.”
“One half of her, to be sure,” Vicar conceded, clearly appreciating both sides despite being Sigdir right now.
“Going to Múspellsheimr secondwouldalign with how my tiny dragon felt when I arrived at the Alfheim cave,” Trinity relented. “I was terrified.”
“I’m dying to know what happened after that first meeting between you and Vicar,” Jade said. “Obviously, things must have improved before they got worse again.” She gave them a sympathetic look. “Or at least before little Trinity went all Múspellsheimr on little Vicar.”
“It wasn’t all the time,” Trinity murmured, certain of it. She glanced at Vicar in surprise. “In fact, at first, I think it rarely happened.”
No sooner did she say it than another memory manifested, and two little dragons whipped into the chamber from outside. This time her dragon wasridingVicar’s.
“I remember that!” She couldn’t help but smile at the feeling. It had been great fun.
“As do I.” A small smile hovered on Vicar’s mouth as well.
This had happened a few months after the memory they had witnessed outside. This time, Trinity was clearly her normal self.
“We’re in!” Little Vicar exclaimed. The two danced around in excitement after Trinity hopped off. “We did it!”
