Weaving Fate - Nora Ash Page 0,41

on his own went against every instinct I had. He might be a bumbling fool, but he was still the spawn of the betrayer. One never knew what the two of them would cook up on their own.

I glared at the omega slouched on the edge of the bed in the dismal apartment I’d been left to babysit her in. She was the reason Loki had seen us coming. A more experienced sorceress…

A more experienced sorceress would still not have been able to out-trick the God of Mischief.

My shoulders slumped and I rubbed at my skull, trying to ease the irritation prickling my skin. I loathed to admit it, but the human had been a surprising asset. From the strength of her magic to how she had handled Heimdall, I doubted even Trud could have done better. Or, if I was honest, half as well.

“Eat,” I growled at her, irrational anger that she had proven me wrong bubbling in my veins.

She flinched at my harsh tone, the uneaten food I had broken into one of the closed shops on the street below to get her falling from her hand to the bed sheet. Her eyes widened with fear for a split-second before she managed to school her expression into an irritated scowl.

“God, why are you such a dick?”

Instant regret had me grimacing at the sinking feeling in my gut when realization finally clicked into place. Despite the front she put up, I scared her. Of course I did. I had been harsh with her after she broke through my inner barriers, and now here she was, alone and vulnerable with me, her powerful magic burned to ashes and no way of defending herself, should she need to.

It was a curious sensation. For the first time, I looked at her and felt pity rather than irritation. She was just a human girl swept up in a world she had no way of understanding, separated from the two alphas who had claimed her.

I crossed the floor and sat on the bed next to her, picking up the food and returning it to her. “You need to eat. It won’t replenish your magic, but it will help your body recuperate from the strain.”

My softer tone made her look up at me, gaze guarded as if she expected me to snap at her again. “I’m not hungry.”

I opened my mouth to tell her tough, she was eating anyway, but the shine in her brown eyes had me frowning. Impulsively I reached out to touch her forehead with the back of my hand.

“You are burning up!”

Shit. Was she sick? I knew little of human ailments and even less about keeping a sick one alive.

“Yeah.” The way she said it, dodging my gaze as if she was hiding something, made me narrow my eyes.

“I take it you have been feverish for some time?”

“A couple of hours,” she muttered.

So she decided to get sick shortly after Bjarni left. Of-fucking-course.

“What do you need? Medicines?” I asked. “A human healer? What do you call them… a doctor?”

“No. I’ll be fine,” she said. “I just need to rest until Bjarni comes back.”

I stared at her, suspicion still hot in my gut. She wasn’t telling me something. Her forehead was locked in a frown, and she was worrying her bottom lip with her front teeth in an oddly vulnerable display I hadn’t seen from her before.

But pressuring her probably wasn’t the wisest course of action right now. Hopefully she would indeed be fine until Bjarni returned. He had spent much more time with humans over the last decades—he would be better at figuring out what to do with a sick omega.

Being trapped in the dingy apartment with nothing to do but wait quickly turned from an annoyance to torture.

I couldn’t sleep. By the time morning rolled around, I was pacing back and forth between the bed and fireplace, my muscles straining as if preparing for battle.

I was Thor’s son! I was born to fight, not wait around patiently for another alpha to return with the enemy we needed to capture!

I glanced at the dark-haired girl still curled up on the bed. She was looking worse, sweat pearling on her forehead and her cheeks flushed a deep pink.

Bjarni needed to get his ass back, stat.

Though as soon as I had the thought, reluctance rose in my throat, acrid on my tongue. If he walked in the door right now, I was pretty sure I would punch him in the face just to