“Odin!” I jumped in my seat.
Coming into the room with Odin were my other husbands. All but Azrael. Oh, and Arach, because he was in Faerie. I hadn't called him in since we hadn't decided if this was a war or not. My God husbands had Que, Finn, and Morph with them. I'd forgotten that Finn and Morph had spent the night at Pride Palace along with Torr and Artemis. But Odin was supposed to be with Luke doing research.
“Trevor texted me,” Odin said, answering my unasked question. “Luke is still looking. But I'm glad I came. If Loki is involved, I need to be with you.”
“If Loki is involved, my dad is going to lose his shit,” Trevor said.
“He's looking like a good candidate,” I said.
“Vat about Hermes?” Kirill asked. “How do ve question him?”
“With emotionless honesty,” I said. “We show him the facts and ask him if he's the trickster.”
“We just ask him?” Morpheus drawled.
“We found this note.” I handed Odin the clue. “It sounds as if the trickster is wrapping up his game. He wants to be found. If I guess who he is, I'm sure he'll confirm it.”
“There you go!” Donnie waved at me. “You see? That makes it simple. We don't have to sit around getting all sick and aggro. We just go ask them. We'll know who the trickster is by the end of the day.”
I blinked. “Damn. That will be nice. I just realized that if we discover his identity, all of his games will be over. We won't have to worry about him messing with us again.”
“That's true,” Trevor said. “But if it's Loki, he'll have an ulterior motive.”
“His ulterior motive is to get back into the family,” I said.
“How will stealing from our friends and making us run around chasing our own tails ingratiate him to me or my father?”
“He may be a little insane, babe,” I said. “The trickster thinks he's helping us.”
Trevor shook his head. “I really hope it's not him.”
“Then let's visit Loki first,” Odin suggested. “Get it done. If it is him, this will be over immediately. If not, you can get that weight off your shoulders.”
“Yeah, all right,” Trevor said.
We got up and started for the door, all of us, includingDonnie. He had a piece in the game now. A triton-shaped piece.
Trevor took my hand and held me back to whisper, “If I get too upset, Wolf might take over. I'll need you to tame him, Minn Elska. I'm afraid he'll hurt Loki.”
“Okay. Don't worry. I'll handle it.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Add “Don't worry. I'll handle it” to the list of famous last words.
Not that I was about to die or anything like that. But Loki might.
“Wolf!” I grabbed Trevor's face and turned him to look at me. “Hey, you. There's my mate. Hi, baby. How you doin'?”
Wolf snarled and his eyes gleamed. He jerked his head out of my hands and glared at Loki.
“What the actual fuck is his problem?” Loki grumbled. “Sheesh, when are you kids going to get over it? I've apologized, given you space, and still tried to be there if you need me. What more do you want?”
We had found Loki without any issue. He was home. His hall was in Asgard and it wasn't warded against family. Trevor took us straight through the front door. We found Loki in his modern living room. Drinking. Alone. You know what they say about drinking alone. He was also sprawled across a black leather couch, his bathrobe hanging open as if he was Hugh Hefner.
Yeah, I detested Loki's sense of style—both in furniture and clothing. But the man himself was gorgeous. Nearly as stunning as Re. Blonde, big, and with a pair of amethyst eyes that could melt the panties right off a girl. Except when he was drunk, filthy, and dressed in an old bathrobe.
“Hey!” I snarled back at Wolf. “Reel it in, babe. We havemore important things to deal with than your issues with your grandpa. Got it?”
