Morgan's Fate by Dana Marie Bell Read Free Book Online Page A

away from the gods?”
    “I have no idea, but I’m certain you’re going to tell me.” Skye was looking more and more confused.
    Morgan couldn’t help it. He stroked Skye’s arm, gaining her attention. “It will all make sense soon, I promise. Just…listen, and keep your mind open. All right?”
    She sighed. “All right, but you understand this all sounds nuts.”
    “We know, and I’m sorry about that.” He’d dearly love to find out why she didn’t seem to know any of this. Hell, she’d lived through most, if not all, of it. The myths should have started bringing back her memories, but her confusion told him otherwise.
    “Skye?” Kir had taken hold of Jordan’s outstretched hand. “Whose bird is the raven?”
    “The All-Father.” Skye blinked, a frown crossing her face. “You’re saying Odin framed Loki.”
    “Yes. Odin is a shape shifter too, and he’s called the Father of Lies.”
    Skye tilted her head, her gaze narrowing on him. “Is?”
    “Is.” Kir tugged, and Gungnir came loose in his hand. “I am Baldur.” The spear grew, the tip burning brightly. Instead of the intense blue it had burned for Odin, Kir’s love for Logan and Jordan caused it to burn bright red, like flame.
    “And I’m Loki.” Logan grinned cheekily at Skye and waved his hand. “Hi.”
    “And I’m the Tooth Fairy.” Skye stood. “Also, I’m outie.” She started to head for the door. “Y’all are nuts.”
    Kir laughed. “Maybe, but we can prove it, you know.”
    Logan grimaced. “Time for Plan A-1?”
    Jordan laughed, her expression fond. “No one is ever ready for Plan A-1, Logan.”
    “You certainly weren’t.” Logan’s answering wink was wicked.
    Skye turned and glared at Kir. “You can prove he’s a fire giant and you’re an invulnerable god?”
    “Yup.”
    “Just because you grab your spear and make it grow—”
    “Hey, now.” Jordan stood and wagged her finger. “I like his spear.”
    Logan’s grin turned wicked. “I’m rather fond of it myself.”
    “Can we not discuss Kir’s spear?” Magnus shuddered. “I still have nightmares about that elevator ride.”
    Kir sighed and grabbed the bridge of his nose. “Children.”
    While Logan, Magnus and Jordan were playing around, Skye had backed toward the front door. Morgan jumped up and blocked her exit, holding out his hands when she tried to move past him. “Wait. Hear the rest of it.”
    She glared up at him. “Let me go, Mr. Grimm.”
    Ouch. She was pissed. “Please.”
    She sighed, her shoulders slumping. “Fine. But only because you asked nicely.” She rolled her eyes and turned back to the table. “Even if you are…all… Holy shit. ”
    Morgan glanced over to the table to see what had her all pale and wide-eyed. “Oh. That. Yeah, he does that sometimes.”
    “Morgan.”
    “Hmm?”
    “He’s made of fire .”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “He’s not screaming in agony.”
    “No, of course not. Why would he?”
    “ He’s eating pancakes .”
    Morgan shrugged. “He’s hungry.” She stared up at him. “What? It’s been a long day.”
    She sat down abruptly. Unfortunate, the Tate-Saeters didn’t have chairs by their front door, so Skye wound up on the floor, bouncing a little as her ass made contact with the maple. “What is he?”
    “Logan is Loki, a pure-born fire Jotun who became blood brothers with Odin after saving his sorry ass, something I’m sure he still regrets.”
    “Nah,” the man of fire responded. “If I hadn’t I wouldn’t have become immortal and I wouldn’t have Kir and Jordan.”
    Kir smiled at Loki, but Morgan noticed he didn’t take his lover’s hand. Kir might be invulnerable, but he could still feel heat. Everyone else had backed away from the burning man.
    Morgan pointed to Kir. “Kir is Baldur, son of Odin and brother of Thor. And my uncle.”
    “Ah. Okay.” Skye put her head between her knees. “I think I’m going to puke.”
    He knelt at her side and began rubbing her back. She felt good