Chapter Eight
A Mistake
The following morning, I don’t wait to see what spectacular game Loki is plotting. Once everyone is ready, I take Darrio’s big hand in mine. Ryder grips Daxdyn’s shoulder and with a simple nod we vanish from the quiet bedroom.
A cloud of dust storms around me as the four of us land in the arena from yesterday. The crowd is small but it is still early. They gather, taking their seats as a few of them point down at the four fae who wait with a ready stance for whatever the day might bring.
Unfortunately, Loki is nowhere in sight. Baldur,unfortunately, is.
With leisurely steps, he strides over to the four of us.
“You’re a little early this morning.” His gaze seems permanently held on me.
“I didn’t particularly care for the way my men were escorted yesterday.” My jaw locks shut as I tip my chin up at the god.
A small smile creases his features.
“My brother does have a flair for the dramatic.”
What is Baldur’s story?
What pawn is he in this play?
“I hope you’ve prepared for today.” His features smooth into a serious look that almost makes me regret wasting my night blowing Dax instead of preparing.
Well, can’t win them all I suppose.
“Of course we’ve prepared.” Confidence tinges my voice even as a coughing laugh shakes through Daxdyn.
“Good. Then you’ll have absolutely nothing to worry about.”
“Absolutely nothing.” I’m a fucking parrot of false confidence right now.
“Good luck.” He nods politely, genuinely even. “I hope you get the help the mortals need, Zakara.” His words are spoken so pointedly it sinks suspicion right through me.
Only when he’s several feet away does anyone speak.
And it is, of course, a question of utmost importance.
“You think he wants to fuck her?” Dax asks under his breath.
“At first, I did. Now I have no fucking idea.” Ryder’s tone holds confusion that I feel deep within myself even.
Half an hour of dwelling on it is all I’m allowed.
Loki flashes in with that annoying sneer of happiness.
“Good morning, my little fae. I’m pleased to see you here so early andprepared.”A very obvious wink is passed my way.
My lips curl at the hinting sound of his voice.
Loki is the one watching us.
Well, I hope he enjoyed the show. He must think I’m really powerful making Dax come that fast. Yes, I really use my magic for the better good.
I don’t know what he gains from watching us.
I originally thought it was a perverted set up, and now I’m wondering if it’s just another game for the gods. A ploy to study us, watch us, and mock us.
