“Passing love is always the best.” A romantic sigh leaves his lips as he looks off into the sky with a deranged smile.
“Actually, all four of them are an item.” Viola and Loki share a similar manic look.
Is everyone here fucking insane?
Loki’s hungry gaze shifts over us, his attention lingers longer on Ryder and Dax.
“The blonde man and the smaller man do seem to be a perfect match.”
Ryder’s eyes widen as if he’s just been struck down by the wrath of the gods.
“That’s … not …” Daxdyn’s argument fades away as he struggles to explain the four of us.
“They’re in love with the woman, Loki.” Viola explains and another curious look slashes white through his gaze. Baldur still hasn’t looked away from me, and I keep my shoulders locked in an image of strength.
“She has fire magic. She has wings too.” Viola’s voice holds so much wonder in it that I’m starting to feel like a plaything here. A toy for the gods to pass their time with.
No one speaks as Loki’s manic attention sweeps over me.
“Wings?” Loki takes a step closer at the same time as Darrio and suddenly the two men are chest to chest.
Darrio stares fearlessly down at the trickster god before him.
A smile like a knife carving curves Loki’s lips and, in an instant, he flashes past the warrior fae. He steps up to me with ease, and I struggle to contain an impressed look.
“Show me the wings.”
I hold his gaze even as a chill runs down my arms. My chin tips higher. With little effort, the wings spread wide and proud from my shoulder blades. I keep them held out like an offering. They span behind me, shadowing across Ryder and Daxdyn.
Loki’s gaze trails over them, his lips parted with awe. Surprisingly, he does not touch. And that alone has me thanking the gods.
“Hmmm, you wanted our help?” Loki’s eyes are still skimming over my dark feathers.
“I already told her we could not interfere in mortal problems.” Viola’s quiet voice doesn’t deter the god’s attention away from me.
“An angel made in divine image has come to you for help and you would turn her away, Viola?” A tsking sound leaves his lips. “If help is what you seek, then help is what you shall receive.”
Light laughter shakes his thin frame, it crawls down my spine, and I suddenly wish we would have taken our chances going through the mortal realm.
This was a mistake.
