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“You’re not angry?”

“Should I be?”

“No. But…”

I stop.

Because I know exactly what comes after that word.

But Grant would have been.

Grant would have sulked.

Punished me with silence.

Made me feel guilty for changing my mind.

Vidar simply waits.

I exhale.

“You’re really not like him.”

His gaze softens.

“No, little flower.”

I look down at the ridiculous bouquet sitting on the counter.

Then back at the enormous god standing patiently in front of me.

“What if I’m not ready for a long time?”

He steps closer, but doesn’t touch me.

His piercing magenta eyes hold mine.

“I can wait.”

I laugh shakily.

“You’re awfully confident about that.”

His mouth curves.

“Wren, I have waited three thousand years to feel a woman’s touch.”

He brushes one finger beneath my chin.

Then lets his hand fall.

“A little longer for yours will not destroy me.”

I smile.

And for the first time in years, the thought of falling in love doesn’t feel quite so frightening.

Chapter 6