I frowned. "I'm having dinner with you and Thor, aren't I?"
A twinkle formed in her eyes as she drew me into the living room where Thor was chatting with a woman I very much recognised.
I swallowed hard as Hel looked at me. Her shock was as apparent as my own. She hadn't expected me here either.
"I assume you remember Hel," Daisy said.
"I do." I cleared my throat. "It's good to see you again."
"Likewise." Her gaze lingered on me in a way that it shouldn't if we weren't going to have anything between us. Maybe I wasn't the only one who kept thinking about our night together and how good it had felt.
"I'm going to get some drinks," Daisy said.
"I'll help," I blurted out, planning on asking my cousin exactly what she was up to.
"Sure." She gave me an odd look, as if wondering what it was that had gotten me flustered when the answer was obviously right in front of me.
I followed her through into the spacious kitchen and she started preparing a couple of glasses.
"What do you want to drink?" she asked.
"You didn't tell me that Hel was coming."
"I didn't think it would matter," Daisy said. "So, drink?"
"Whatever you've got," I murmured, too distracted by the implications of an entire meal with Hel. No doubt this was going to heavily complicate matters when it came to her insistence that we kept things to the one night.
Daisy gave me a strange look and turned around to face me properly. "Is there a problem with Hel being here?"
"What? No. Of course not. I'm just surprised. She's not been here before when I've come for dinner."
"I saw the sparks between you at my gallery opening. I thought you might need a little nudge."
"You have an overactive imagination," I told my cousin, trying not to let my thoughts stray back to what it had been like to have Hel's hands on my body. She certainly knew how to create those kinds of sparks.
"Are you telling me they weren't there?" she asked curiously.
"Hel doesn't date."
"Aha! So I am right. Thor is going to have to pay up."
"Ew, I don't want to know what kind of payment you're demanding."
Daisy rolled her eyes. "Nothing like that. He said he'd teach me a forging technique if I was right. I want to learn how to make Damascus steel. You know what? Not important. So, you and Hel?"
"We're not talking about this."
"Did you hook up after the gallery opening or something?"
I choked on air. "No, we didn't hook up after your gallery opening."
She narrowed her eyes at me. "That's a very specific answer."
I glanced towards the living room, not that I could see it from here. "Remember when we went to The Pomegranate?"
"You hooked up with Hel then?" Her voice rose at the end.
"Shh, keep your voice down," I muttered. "And yes. Except that I didn't know she was your boyfriend's niece. Or a goddess. Oh this is a mess."
