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She tilts her head back to meet my gaze.
“Well what?”
“Was it worth waiting three thousand years?”
I cup her cheek.
“Little flower, I have destroyed kingdoms with less effort than it takes to keep my hands off you.”
Her smile fades into something softer.
More dangerous.
“Then maybe,” she whispers, “you shouldn’t try so hard.”
The thunder answers before I can.
Chapter 5
Wren
There are several things a woman should never bring to work.
A hangover.
Her emotional baggage.
And a six-foot-seven god with anger management issues.
Unfortunately, I’ve brought two out of three.
“Remember what we talked about,” I tell Vidar as we approach the flower shop on Saint Street.
He glances down at me.
“No killing.”
“Excellent.”
“No threatening.”
“Wonderful.”
“No frightening innocent mortals.”
“You’re doing great.”
He considers this.
“What about guilty mortals?”
I stop walking.
“Vidar.”
“An important distinction, little flower.”
“Nobody is getting murdered in my flower shop.”
