Page 62 of Vicar
“True.” She met his chuckle. “Maybe that’s going too far but close enough.”
While he expected to feel discomfort when they entered the Alfheim cave, he didn’t this time. Instead, it felt almost welcoming.
“Welcome, brother,”Tor said into his mind.“Keep moving. The others are already sealing things behind you.”
They were too. In record time at that. He felt the same godly shield fall around the cave that had been around the Keep moments before he skidded to a halt where Tor already had meat roasting over a fire.
Tor smiled hello to Trinity when she was set down and clasped hands with Vicar.
“Good to see you both in one piece.” Tor shook his head and urged them to join him by the fire. “That was foolish even by your Múspellsheimr side’s standards, Vicar.”
“Yet not his fault.” Trinity sighed, thanked Tor for a glass of wine, and chanted her and Vicar dry. “That was all my other half...sort of.”
“Your tiny other half,” Vicar corrected, accepting a horn of ale. “You couldn’t be blamed for following her.”
“On that, we agree.” Tor removed the meat from the fire, assuring Trinity that Jade was well before she had a chance to ask. Because she was going to. The worry was obvious in her eyes. “They should be here soon.”
Trinity’s brows shot up. “How do you know that when even I don’t?”
“Because I can follow the thoughts of the dead fighting alongside Estrid beneath your sister,” he enlightened. “Jade is just fine. Violence will go no further for now.”
“Right.” Frazzled by everything that had happened in the past few hours, Trinity took several sips in a row. “Because you’re a medium.” She glanced back the way they had come, then looked at Tor again, a little amazed. “One heck of a medium if you can follow the thoughts of so many dead people. There had to be a few hundred out there.”
“Ja.”Tor set aside the meat to cool and admitted more than Vicar expected. “More than I’d like sometimes.”
“I can only imagine.” Trinity considered him. Her mind worked much like Vicar’s based on what she said next. “Which is ironic, considering my sister Raven, the woman you must be meant for, somehow turned me into a ghost over the years so I could visit Vicar.”
“Interesting, isn’t it?” Jade said, appearing alongside Thorulf at the cave’s entrance. Though smoking slightly, they seemed all right. “A sister who can create ghosts and the guy who can read their minds and talk to them.”
Reflecting on Tor’s prophecy, that which prepared Vicar and his male counterparts for the possibility of fated mates from the future, Trinity eyed Tor with as much curiosity and speculation as Jade. “A guy who’s been haunted his whole life by a girl born of powerful fire from both the past and future. Fire that would rile the gods, who would then wreak havoc on their people.” She narrowed her eyes. “It’s Raven, isn’t it?” She shook her head. “I would’ve thought the idea was crazy before all this, but now, knowing she was able to send me back in spirit form, I’m open to just about anything.”
“Me too,” Tor agreed softly. He manifested a horn of ale and urged Thorulf and Jade to sit as well. “And I think the time has come, at least for yours and Vicar’s part in all this, Trinity, that I share what’s been coming to me of late.” He looked back and forth between them. “What I know Raven would want you to know.”
