Truth's Heart (The Valkyrie's Passion Book 3): A Valkyrie/Shifter Romance by Renee Jordan Read Free Book Online

swings Mjolnir at your head. His hammer packs a mighty punch. It would be a shame to have your pretty, little head caved in. Such a waste.”
    My stomach knotted. Magnus and I just had to keep moving, to reach the dwarves, get the artifact, and then defeat Loki and unmask his treachery. Not another god has to die because of his foul games.
    A wolf howled. Magnus roared in rage.
    “I guess the puppy's realized he's been tricked,” sighed Loki. “He is far too possessive about that bike. Makes you think, doesn't it? Does he believe he owns you? Are you merely his property, Valkyrie?”
    “That's not going to work. I know that you're just lying to me to trick me.”
    “Oh, I never lie when the truth serves better. I see how he looks at you.”
    Magnus was possessive, but I liked it. I knew he didn't actually own me, but I couldn't deny how sexy it was when Magnus took control. It had been hot when he flipped me over and bent me down in the bath only minutes ago.
    “Well, last chance,” Loki said, standing up, the water cascading off his muscular body, his cock thrusting hard at my face. “If you want to feel what a real man is like inside you, I can take care of your pup. He can even watch. I bet it would be...educational for him.”
    A surge of anger rushed through me. My sword swung, not at his head or chest, but at his disgusting cock pointing at me. The sword screamed death as it sliced down at his dick. Loki vanished before my blade reached him.
    Water splashed as my blade plunged into the depths.
    The bathhouse door burst open, and a werewolf loped into the room. Magnus had donned the wolf cloak, his body furry and fierce. He loped to me, snarling in rage. I dismissed my sword and armor as he reached me and swept me up in his furry arms.
    “He's gone,” I told him throwing my arms around my neck. I felt so dirty. I shuddered in Magnus's embrace.
    His fur vanished, replaced by smooth skin. I pressed my face into the nape of his neck as he held me tight, protective. Possessive. He cradled me like I was the most precious object in the universe and rocked me back and forth.
    “Did he touch you?” snarled Magnus.
    “No,” I answered. I grit my teeth against Loki's words. Magnus did not think he owned me. He was just being protective. He knew Loki had been here, and he had rushed to defend me. “I wouldn't let the worm. He just wanted to mock me.”
    Magnus sighed, some of the tension melting out of him.
    “I want to go to our room. I don't feel like soaking in here anymore.”
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    Magnus
    Raven rushed into the shower the moment we entered our room. The water hissed on as her clothing fell off her body. She left the door open and stepped into the shower. I went to the saddlebags and checked that the Eldhrimnir still remained.
    It was there. Untouched.
    “Ooh, he is such a slimy worm,” Raven shouted from the shower. “The way he ogled me.”
    “I can't believe I fell for the bike trick and left you alone,” I snarled. I took off my cut and set my leather vest carefully on the bed. It was important. It had my patches, the proof that the Black Wolves Motorcycle Club had once been proud and strong before Loki's plan wiped out most of my brothers.
    “That's what Loki does,” Raven answered. “You can't feel guilty about it.”
    “You're one to talk.”
    “Yeah,” Raven admitted. “At least he didn't trick you into killing the man who watched out for you.”
    “No. But I bet he could if he wanted to.” I kicked off my boots and undid my wet jeans, rolling them down my thighs.
    “My sword is different,” Raven said, shifting subjects. “Odin gave me Gungnir.”
    “His lance?” Gungnir was Odin's famous weapon. Most drawings of Odin depicted him as a one-eyed, old man wearing a wide-brimmed hat and gray cloak—the inspiration for Gandalf from the Lord of the Rings—and carrying spear. He would have a pair of ravens, Muninn and Huginn, perched on his shoulders and two wolves, Geri and