Viking Fire-epub by Crystal Jordan

Author:Crystal Jordan [Jordan, Crystal]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-01-16T06:00:00+00:00

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They retrieved the untouched bread from the dining room and made sandwiches for everyone. After they’d disinfected the table, of course. Bryn figured it was only fair, considering the team had kept Holm muzzled while she got busy. That man couldn’t open his mouth without inserting his foot up to his kneecap. For Erik’s sake, she’d stuck to telling him off rather than decking him. Though Holm was no worse than many of the other males she’d dealt with in Valhalla, her tolerance for their he-man shit was at an all-time low. She doubted anyone was going to keep him from making sextastic wisecracks when they returned, but a well-placed comment about him being jealous because he wasn’t getting any and might never again should shut him down.

Her stomach clenched a bit. Ragnarök. Somehow the thought of Heimdall being killed made it all too real. All too immediate.

Despite what the prophecy said, she honestly didn’t expect to see the other side of this. As Nauma had predicted, Loki had accomplices, and it looked like one of them had done Heimdall in. Which meant the ancient Ragnarök prophecy might already be nullified, the deck stacking in favor of the giants instead of the gods. Wherever the rest of the gods were. Maybe they were dead already too.

She had both more and less information than she wanted.

“Come on.” Erik kissed the side of her neck, and warmth pooled in her belly. She still didn’t like this weakness she had for him, but she was starting to get used to it. Whether that was a good thing or not, she hadn’t a single clue.

“I may need my mind taken off this later tonight.” She brought his hand to her mouth, biting the base of his thumb. “Assuming something else doesn’t happen between now and then.”

His eyes burned silver for a moment, and that wicked dimple flashed. “Count on it.”

“Mmm.” She grabbed the tray of sandwiches and left him to bring the heavier tray loaded with glasses full of sweet tea. She’d grown addicted to the stuff since she’d moved to Virginia.

The crowd in her living room fell on the food like ravening beasts, making appreciative noises of gratitude with their mouths full. Vikings were never known for their manners, but they liked their grub.

“You’re looking mellower, love.” Val gave her an easy grin.

She ignored that, gesturing to the many screens playing the news. “Find anything interesting?”

Not looking away from the monitor closest to her, Nauma patted her mouth with a napkin before she answered, “Not ye—wait. Go back.”

Ivar jolted, dropped his sandwich on his plate, and reached out to click a button that stopped the video. “How far?”

“Maybe thirty seconds.” Nauma leaned further forward, squinting. “Can you slow it down to half-speed?”

“Yep.” The video whipped backward, with the people bobbing and weaving in awkward jerks. Then it started again and the people moved as though trapped in molasses.

After about ten seconds she tapped the screen. “There.”

He froze the video and enlarged the image, sending it to the largest of his monitors.

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