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“Good girl,” he growled as he filled me with his cum. My pussy clenched around him, as if he demanded me to come with him. My whimpers were pathetic as the overwhelming emotions and sensations came to a crescendo.

The aftermath of our sex was pure chaos. The map was the only thing still intact, somehow, and only because it had fallen under the table. Every other item in the room was in shambles, the storm had ripped the wood apart in splinters. The few items such as chairs and rugs were in pieces and all I could do was laugh.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to clear the room next time,” I mused as I climbed off and picked up the scraps left from my dress. “And find new clothes. All I have are Hel’s remnants and it’s definitely a bit too imperious for me.”

“It’ll have to work until we get the others and go back to Dark Haven,” he said. The anxiety in his voice had me stopping.

“We’ll go back for them, I promise,” I told him. “Your mom, Layne, Crew, the patients, they’ll all be all right.”

He nodded but said nothing further, and I hated that I couldn’t give him more reassurance like he’d given me, inadvertently or not.

With nothing left to say, I went to my room. The closet was another room attached, full of a ridiculous amount of jewelry and dresses. Hel certainly liked the finer things in life.

But I was raised by monsters and the streets.

Meaning I didn’t need the extravagance, nor did I want it.

Again, I flipped through the dresses that ranged from scandalous to modest, satin to shimmering lace. Finally, at the back of the closet I spotted a tight-fitting outfit that was a mix of leather armor and riding pants.

It was the best I’d get, so I snatched it from the hangers and pulled it on. Somehow, like everything else, it fit me like it was made for me. When I walked out, it was with a whole lot more confidence. Feeling a fraction more like a normal person went a long way in this place.

Until a knock rang out and Zetta let herself in.

“My queen, someone is here to see you.”

ChapterFive

Harlow

Whoever I thought would be waiting for me in the throne room, the creature before me was not it.

The god before me wore long white robes that seemed to reflect light in every shift of their body. A huge silver helm rested on their face with the visage of an angry man in battle.

The scent that filled the room was light and airy, like sunshine in an open field. It was strange to notice a scent from this far away, but I couldn’t think of anything else as I approached.

“Welcome to Helheim,” I said in the best formal voice I could muster. Even from here I could feel the calming power coming from this being.

“Thank you...?”

“Harlow,” I said as I moved to the throne, though I did not sit. “And you are?”

“My name is Valgri. Odin sent me to assist you as you settle into the new role. I’m sure it’s... unsettling.” The way he trailed off his words and left so many unspoken would get frustrating. I didn’t like to guess what someone was thinking.

“I welcome the assistance,” I said with a slight bow. “I’m attempting to locate those taken from me and get a lay of the realm. Sadly, my predecessor gave me riddles and trouble, not guidance, to take over.”

“There are many looking for her, but she is no longer our problem,” Valgri said. There was an urgency that had my anxiety spiking again. It was strange to feel things so intensely but have no shadows or hallucinations coming along with it.

“What do I need to know?” I demanded.

“That those who sent you here, that helped Hel, are coming.” Again with vague fucking answers. The gods seemed to love to keep me guessing. But I was no longer beneath them.

“And how do you know this information?” He remained as relaxed as before, hands clasped in front of him and standing casually in the center of the throne room.

“I know things. As far as gods go, I’m considered neutral, I favor justice.” The way he spoke was cryptic, but I at least felt as if this was the best option. I’d much rather a god of neutrality than that of death and destruction. What I needed was impartial guidance, and Odin had provided me as much. For once, it felt as if the universe wasn’t working against me.

“How long do we have to prepare for their arrival? I would very much love to end their lives over and over again for eternity,” I growled out. “They took everyone from me and forced me to sacrifice myself for their gain.”

“A more fitting end would be to imprison them,” Valgri said. There was no judgment at my outburst, simply a calm, collected solution. I could definitely get used to his feedback.

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