Oathbreaker (The Godhunter, Book 3) by Sumida Amy

Author:Sumida, Amy [Sumida, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-01-19T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

The sounds of battle woke me and I rubbed at my eyes as I tried to clear the sleep and my weirdo dreams away. Sleeping on cold stone while shackled in chains was not conducive to a good night’s rest.

I finally focused on the door and saw it start to shake. I stood up, eying it warily, and was happy to find that all the effects of the sedative had worn off in the night. I was standing steady by the time the door burst open.

“Vervain,” Vali strode through the splintered remains and folded me into his arms.

“Vali?” I hugged him back but it seemed a little overly emotional, coming from him.

“I'm so glad you're okay,” there were tears in his eyes. Okay, that was definitely more drama than I expected from Vali.

“I'm glad too but are you okay? Has something else happened?”

“Something else? Like your abduction isn't enough?” He searched my eyes and then frowned. “You don't remember me at all, do you?” He smiled like Eeyore. Thanks for noticing me.

“I'm so sorry,” I swallowed hard. What the hell hadn't Odin told me this time. Or maybe this was something Odin didn't know about. Oh gross, did Sabine cheat on Odin with his son?

“You may not have been my actual mother,” he blinked away the tears. “But you were the only mother I've known. I've always thought of you as mine, even though I know you're not. My Mom basically gave birth to me and left. Frigg ignored me completely. Then you came and you were always kind to me, treated me no differently than you did Vidar, after you bore him. I thought you might remember that, but of course you wouldn't have the same connection to me as you do to your real son.”

I gripped his hand and his face blurred, becoming younger and younger until I saw him as a stoic four year old, arms folded over his chest while he stared me down with a mixture of jealousy and suspicion. Feelings flowed through me quickly; frustration, determination, love. They made no sense until the story unraveled in my head and filled in the gaps.

He was four when I married Odin. His mother had abandoned him when he was still in the cradle and Odin's ex-wife had been apathetic about his presence at best. By the time I showed up, he was starving for affection but he was also his father's son. He didn't want to want me, didn't want to admit to needing a mother. Most importantly, he didn't want to admit to being hurt by his mother's absence or Frigg's neglect. It had taken months to win his trust, even longer to coax a smile from the withdrawn child. Then one day, he'd hugged me and called me Mommy. I'd been his from that moment on.

Now the grown man stood before me, thinking I'd forgotten him. Believing, once again, that he was not important enough, not good enough, just plain not enough. When the truth was, he'd had my heart before Vidar did.

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