Page 14 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
While it felt fantastic to experience some of my old power again, I would have preferred my cock not get hard in the process.
Especially in front of the girl.
Not that it mattered. Something told me I could have been at full height and wielding Laevateinn—as I had during Ragnarok—and Iola still wouldn’t have backed down. Under different circumstances, I might have found her tenacity impressive, but as it stood, a mouthy hostage was inconvenient.
And an attractive one is dangerous.
With a growl, I hurried through the common area, trying to get my size back under control before Fen spotted me.
“Well, look at that.”
Too late.
“S-sheprovokedme!” I sputtered, spinning to face the wolf while gesturing wildly at myself. “We need a muzzle to go along with the handcuffs. I suggest we put her in a cell, so the only contact we have is through the food slot.”
Although, I’d still be able to smell her…
When I’d happened upon Jör performing his…mating dancefor the little witch, I’d practically gagged on the arousal scenting the air. It wasn’t only coming from him, but fromheras well.
I can’t have her touching my plaything.
I can’t have her—
Wrenching myself away from my dark thoughts, I found Fen watching me thoughtfully. Once he realized I’d returned to the present, he approached and laid a hand flat on my stomach, instantly settling me.
“It’s good to see you like this again,” he softly spoke, his gaze taking in my enlarged state with affection. “Do you think our curse might be lifting on its own?”
The raw emotion in Fen’s voice had me shrinking to human size again, which was still a bit taller than him. “Doubtful,” I replied grimly, placing my hand over his in solidarity. “Just more tricks from the gods—”
“What theFUCKis this?!”
We jumped apart, and I gaped to seeIolastanding at the end of the hallway. Her tiny hands were planted on her tiny hips, with her legs spread in a battle stance, but therageemanating from her filled the room.
Maybe a cell wouldn’t be a terrible idea…
“Iola… please, allow me to explain…” Fen was cautiously approaching the girl with his hands spread beseechingly.
Oh, it’sFenshe’s angry at.
And he cares for some reason.
“No!” she barked. “Allowme,Fen—if that’s even your real name. Apparently, you slipped a godsdamn roofie into my coffee, then kidnapped me to fuck knows where so I can help you psychopaths with my second sight. Because, if Idon’t,you’ll hurt those I care about. Does that sound about right?”
Fen glanced at me in alarm. “You told her we’d hurt her people if she didn’t cooperate?”
Oh, this is rich.
If all went to plan—a planFenhelped orchestrate—the world would burn a second time, taking everyone on earth with it. So now wasn’t the time to start worrying about who might get hurt along the way.
They’ll all be collateral in the end.
“Andyoudrugged and kidnapped her when you were supposed to win her trust,” I reminded him, crossing my arms over my chest. When he glared at me, I decided to be charitable and addressed Iola next. “Although, his nameisFen.Fenrir,actually.TheFenrir.”
Most mortals familiar with the old legends would be terrified to know they were in the presence of this infamous beast—even in unassuming human form. Beside a glimmer of recognition in her amber eyes, Iola barely reacted to the news.
A mighty warrior, indeed.
Fen sighed and boldly took another step toward her. “I’m sorry for deceiving you, Iola. I was worried you wouldn’t help us if I tried to explain, so—”
