Nila. She was Ayah, and he was going to save her life.
Once he acknowledged the thought, it blossomed through him. He would save her. This woman didn’t deserve to die for his past mistakes. He did not deserve to go through the pain of her death at his hands again, when he hadn’t even had a chance to know her again. He rubbed his suddenly aching chest. He wanted to know this woman. The realization of that nearly brought him to his knees. He wanted to taste her again. He wanted to have her. He wanted her for his own. An immortal destined to be alone for the rest of his life, and he wanted her. He would have to contact the other Watchers. Surely Valerie, Lei, and Alexander would help him. They would help him find a way. Valerie, in particular, would find this chore pleasing. She had no love for the goddess, and it seemed the feeling was mutual. Of them all, she was the only one Freya had never seen punished. Perhaps she was the key to stopping the goddess from interfering. As soon as he got the answers he needed from Ayah and got her to bed, he’d contact the immortals. Determined, he stalked over to her and stopped her pacing.
“I am going to save you, Ayah, I promise you. Trust in me. We will find a way.”
“But I’m supposed to die at some point. Freya wants that. So if the person who is supposed to kill me can’t because of you, then how am I supposed to die?” And that was the question. It was a question that he didn’t want to answer, one that he wouldn’t answer.
“She meant for you to die the natural way, the way you were supposed to. I have no knowledge of how that was supposed to be.” The lie flowed off his tongue with an ease he should have been worried about, but for Ayah, it was worth it. She needn’t ever find out that it was his blade that was meant to cut her down, and that, at one time, he’d intended to do just that. That secret he would hold until he took his last breath, and that was a long way away.
“Then, yes, I will trust you. I don’t know what is going on, really, or how it’s all even possible, but I believe you.”
“That is all I ask of you, Ayah. If I must bring the others here to protect you, I will. We will find a way.”
Her gaze swung to his, and she watched him for a few moments. He felt as if she could see into his soul, see into the blackness that had become his heart, that she read more than he was telling her. He was beyond saving. He knew that. He was also selfish enough to still want the light of the world. It was not fair to her, he knew, but he would not let her go. She didn’t say anything, simply nodded her head.
“So we just have to figure out who’s gunning for me. Would the fact that I just became a millionaire help with all this?”
Chapter Four
“I’m going to need your help.”
The thought whipped through Valerie’s mind as she lounged next to the pool at the Watchers’ home in Folkvangr. They all preferred to call it Helheim, or Hel for short, but she would at least give Freya the respect of not calling it Hel while she was within its walls, even in her mind. She sighed. One of her boys was obviously in trouble, if the tone was anything to go by. As one of the oldest Watchers, and she wouldn’t think how long because it was impolite to think about her age, she’d taken care of them all. They, at least, cared for her more than any of the other battling gods and goddesses ever would, and for them she would risk anything, even Freya’s wrath.
The goddess was cautious with her, that was for sure. Outside of her first few centuries, she hadn’t been a victim of Freya’s torture. Valerie knew that she meant more, because she was rarely sent out on missions. She knew Alexander, Lei, and Sevani all wondered why that was, but she couldn’t answer them honestly. There were times it seemed Freya watched her, when no one was looking, with an expression of sadness, other times with pure hatred. Valerie wished that she could remember exactly
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