Page 62 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
Tearing my attention away from the giant at the helm, I refocused on the man seated across from me in the saloon. “Don’t do that again,” I hissed, keeping my gaze locked on Fen’s perfectly chiseled face.
Jör cuddled closer at my words, while Surt sharply glanced at me over his shoulder. Fen simply blinked before calmly meeting my gaze—annoyingly impassive. “Do what?” he asked, causing me to feel stabby all over again.
“Make a dangerous, life-altering decision that negatively affects everyone who cares about you,” I gritted out.
Fen flinched, but quickly recovered to reply in an icy tone, “I did what I thought was best for our mission.”
What an asshole.
Jör whimpered, but Surt surprised me by fully turning in his seat to face the wolf. “It worked out in our favor, but I agree—you should have discussed going to Lyngvi with the rest of us.”
I wonder ifI’mincluded in that statement…
Doubtful.
It probably wasn’t the time to pile on the drama, but the bombshell Surt had dropped on me earlier was still bothering me.
“And you should have told me everythingabout your plan for getting into Valhalla, Fen,” I added. “Like how it involvedending the fucking world.”
Fen’s unfeeling mask finally cracked, his anguish so acute, it startled me. “Icouldn’ttell you,sötnos!You were our last hope, and I didn’t want—”
“You didn’t want to risk losing me as a useful tool at your disposal?” I snapped, my blood boiling with pent-up anger and worry and other shit I had no fucking time for.
Not when this is already destined to end.
“I didn’t want to loseyou,”he replied, so quietly I almost missed it.
What?!
“You don’t evenknowme,” I grouched, even as my stomach did a somersault at the thought of him being attached to me.
Stop it.
“My wolf does,” he continued, holding my gaze with unwavering focus. “And even Gleipnir couldn’t keep me from my mate.”
Abort mission!
I abruptly stood, and the sound of my skin peeling from the luxury leather seat produced the perfect record scratch to accompany the moment.
“You know what… I’m a little tired,” I blurted out with a nervous giggle that was an octave too high. “What with all the excitement of rescuing self-sacrificing men from bondage… after those same men kept me up all night with their magic tongues.”
“That was fun,” Jör cheerfully interjected.
“Yeah, so I think I’m gonna go get some air.” I concluded my inarticulate babbling and scurried from the saloon like my carefully constructed walls were on fire.
Too. Many. FEELS!
I practically punched my way out to the sundeck, hoping none of the guys were planning on following me.
Especially Fen.
It was all too much. Yes, I was fulfilling my slutty Skarsgard dreams, but I hadn’t signed up for a side of inevitable heartbreak to go along with my horniness.
How dare he?
How DARE he make the fated mates declaration when he’s planning on leaving?!
“Trouble in love?”
