Текст книги "Very Much Alive"

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She tilted her head, her gaze narrowing on him. “Is?"

She's sharp. Good.He nodded. Now for the difficult part; convincing her that myth and reality are a lot more closely related than she thinks.“Is."

She sat back, her hand flopping down onto the top of her desk with a thunk. “You think you're Baldur?"

"No.” He smiled when her shoulders sagged in relief. “I amBaldur.” Or was. As far as he was concerned, Baldur died that day, staring down at a bleeding man, filled with the knowledge that his father wanted him dead. Had, in fact, succeeded in killing his brother.

She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Let me guess.” She waved her hand blindly in Logan's direction. “And he's Loki, right?"

"Yes."

She opened her eyes and glared at them both. “Very funny. Ha ha.” She stood and pointed to the door.

“Get out."

Logan stood and stuck his hands in his pocket. “Plan B, blondie?"

"Not yet.” Kir stood as well, watching Jordan carefully. “We can prove it, you know."

Logan grimaced. “Uh-oh. Is she done enough for Plan A1?"

He ignored Logan's mutter and concentrated on the woman in front of him. “Would you like us to prove it?"

She put her hands on her hips and grinned, full of cocky assurance, that accent of hers bleeding through the sophisticated façade. “Sure, go ahead. Prove he's a fire giant and you're an invulnerable god, and I'll work for you. Hell, I'll do it for free."

Logan's grin was full of demonic delight. “Bargain made.” He winked at Kir, waiting for him to make the first move.

Kir shrugged. “Okay.” He picked up her dagger-like letter opener, put his hand on her desk, and stabbed as hard as he could at his hand. The metal bent sideways with an audible screech, refusing to touch his skin.

That made her gasp. Logan's trick, however, made her scream. After all, it wasn't every day you watched a man made out of fire clean his fingernails with a bent letter opener.

Her shriek brought her coworkers running, nearly knocking a quickly human Logan onto his ass. Kir held up the bent, blackened blade of the dagger-like letter opener. “Believe us now?"

Logan watched Jordan blanch and almost felt sorry for her. He hated when Kir pulled this last-minute surprise kind of shit, but they'd done it Logan's way before and look how far he'd gotten them. Nowhere, which sucked the big fat hairy one. This time, Kir had insisted he be the one to get the ball rolling.

Too bad he'd had to pull out the friggin’ catapult to do it.

He watched Jordan sink into her seat, her pretty, dark chocolate eyes wide and blank. He took his time, enjoying the sight of all those curves bouncing as she landed hard. She reached up one hand and tugged on her earring in a defensive gesture that had Logan fighting not to go to her.

It had been a very long time since someone other than Kir caught his interest. And it would add all sorts of complications to an already complicated situation, if Kir's reaction to her was anything to go by.

Unless he missed his guess, his lover wanted her, too, and was fighting it with everything in him. With anyone else, it would have worked, too. Kir had become a master at hiding his true feelings. But there was no way he could hide them from Logan.

He turned back and studied the woman he knew was going to change their lives, whether they wanted it or not. Tousled dark brown hair his fingers itched to stroke framed a long, narrow face with full, pouty lips. Dark slacks hugged a sweetly rounded ass, and a pink summer sweater caressed her generous breasts. Low-heeled black boots added an illusion of height she just didn't have. She looked like a

corporate casual secretary, someone who could pass just about anywhere without notice, which was undoubtedly what she wanted people to see.

She was smart, she was funny, and she was cute as a button. And he was doomed. Her father was going to rip his gonads off and stuff them down his throat if he found out the thoughts Logan was entertaining about his baby girl. And if her stepfather found out ... He winced, knowing exactlywhat her stepfather would do to him.

Hell, Kir they'd probably welcome with open arms. Kir's lover? Only if it involved red-hot pokers and bamboo shoots.

Kir put the bent blade back down and sat, ignoring the two other people in the room as they babbled.

He crossed his ankles, watching the pandemonium around them with a serene smile.

The smug bastard. It was a good thing he was so cute.

When Kir looked over at him and winked, Logan nearly laughed out loud.

"It was a parlor trick, really. I only thoughthe'd stabbed his hand."

Jordan's explanation seemed to calm her coworkers. It hadn't occurred to either of them to look for a stab mark in the wood, or why the blade had bent rather than sticking (or why it was blackened, either), but apparently they were willing to buy an obvious line of bullshit rather than see the truth. Humans had a habit of seeing only what they wanted to see. Hell, they were completely ignoring the scorched carpet and the smell of smoke, too, although the redheaded guy was giving all three of them some mighty strange looks. He'd have to keep an eye on that one.

The two finally left, sending worried glances over their shoulders on their way out the door. Logan reached back and closed it behind them, grinning at the faint, outraged squawk the short, curly-haired redhead (Jenny? Jamie?) let out.

She let go of her earring and focused on Kir. “You're Baldur.” She scrubbed her face with both hands when he nodded. Her attention turned to him, and Logan felt his dick twitch in a surge of lust. “You're Loki?"

He bowed from his seat, knowing how arrogant he looked and not giving a fuck. If she couldn't deal with him the way he was, well ... she would just have to get used to it.

"And you want to prove that Oliver Grimm, God, I can't believe I'm saying this, framed you for the murder of Kir, who is Baldur. Which means that Grimm would be Odin."

"By Odin, I think she's got it!"

That earned him a glare from two sets of eyes. He grinned, pleased when Kir chuckled. “Asshole."

He thought about answering, “Later, dear” but decided Jordan had had enough surprises for one day.

"If Grimm is Odin, who is my father?"

Logan sat up a little straighter. “Are you sure you want the answer to that question?"

She rolled her eyes. “You've already blown my world apart. What else can you do to me?"

Lots of things, little girl. Lots of things.He cleared his throat and tried to block out the image of her bent over her desk, Kir's cock between those sweet, strawberry colored lips, while he fucked her hard from behind. Kir and I are going to have to have a long talk about this.Not for anything would he hurt Kir. “Frey."

"Fred is Frey?"

"No. Fred is Thor. Your biological father, Adam, is Frey."

It came out a little harsher than he'd intended; visions of her naked and wanting made his voice gruff with lust. Her face turned whiter, if that was possible. He was beginning to become seriously concerned that she'd pass out, a vision that turned off the sexy fantasies he'd been having ever since he and Kir had entered her office. He stood and marched around the desk, ready to catch her if she fell, every one of his protective instincts going into overdrive.

Kir mirrored his movements on her other side, his own concern obvious. Kir rested one hand on the back of her chair, the other on her desk. “You didn't have to blurt it out like that, Logan."

"How the hell else do you tell someone that their father is a god? ‘Hi, honey, here's some flowers and chocolates, oh by the way your dad throws lightning bolts at mortals for shits and giggles'?"

"My mom?"

Both men blinked and looked down at her croaked words. “What?"

"Is my mom a goddess?"

He exchanged a look with Kir, who shrugged. “No.” He had to swallow to stop himself from tacking on

“sweetheart".

Oh, yeah. So doomed.He looked down into her sweetly stubborn face and sighed. But what a way to go.

Chapter Three

Jordan sat in the passenger seat of Kir's cherry red Mustang and tried to process everything the two men had told her, and shown her, in her office. They'd insisted she wasn't capable of driving, and, from how lightheaded she still felt, she had to agree with them.

Okay. So, Dad is Frey. Mom is mortal. Grey, Frey ... nobody said Dad was the brightest bulb in the chandelier.

If Dad is Frey, and mom is human, what the hell does that make me? And does Mom know?

What about Jamie and Jeff? Or Magnus and Morgan? Are they full gods? Two sets of twins, one half mortal, the other ... what?

God, my head hurts.She almost chuckled out loud at the irony of that phrase.

She rubbed her aching head and saw Kir glance at her. She ignored it, still trying to puzzle out who knew what, or, hell, who waswhat.

Logan, on the other hand, was more difficult to ignore. He reached forward and rubbed the back of her neck, the touch warm and surprisingly soothing. “Ease up, Jordan. I know it's a lot to take in, but we're willing to answer any questions you have."

"And we're ordering in pizza.” Kir's cheerful announcement fell flat as Logan and Jordan stared at him.

“What? I'm just saying."

Jordan stared at Logan's reflection in the rearview mirror and quirked her eyebrows. Kir had been determinedly cheerful the entire twenty minute drive from her office to their condo. “He has a great future at Hallmark, doesn't he?"

Logan choked, hiding his laugh behind the back of his hand. Kir, on the other hand, reached out and gently bopped her on the back of the head. “Very funny. Ha ha.” He pointed towards the backseat.

“And you, stop encouraging her."

"Yes, Your Highness.” Logan did another one of his bows. His laughing gaze tangled with Kir's in the mirror before they both looked away with identical grins.

Jordan watched the exchange with a puzzled frown. She could have sworn both men had been looking at her in her office with something other than professional interest. However, having a brother who was gay, she'd learned to recognize the signs of two men who were a couple. And from the looks of things, Kir and Logan were definitely a couple.

She saw Logan staring at her again in the rearview mirror, confusing her even further. He was looking at her like she was a Godiva chocolate and he was starving for a taste. What the hell?

Then she thought about all of the myths about Loki, and Loki's sexuality. If the myths were true, Loki was firmly bisexual. Trisexual? Omnisexual? The man is amom , for God's sake! Do they evenhave a word for Loki's sexuality?From the quirky grin that briefly passed over his face he knew exactly what she was thinking about, too. She faced forward again, her cheeks heating in embarrassment. Pictures of the two men wrapped in each other's arms danced through her head. She firmly squashed them, not wanting to deal with the consequences of her fantasies. She didn't exactly carry around spare panties, for God's sake.

Jordan didn't do “casual sex". As far as she was concerned, there was nothing casualabout it. Unless her emotions were engaged, her body wasn't. Although, from the feel of Logan's fingers still stroking her neck, her body was more than willing to drag her emotions along for the ride. Oh, and what a ride it would be, her traitorous body whispered.

Kir pulled into their condo's parking garage and pulled into the space assigned to them. He started to get out of the car and was stopped by Logan's grip on his shoulder.

"No, Kir.” Logan got out of the car with a grunt and took a look around the garage.

Kir rolled his eyes. “Sit, Kir. Stay, Kir. Good dog. Woof."

"What's he doing?” Jordan watched as Logan scoped out the place, his movements sleek and sure. She bet he didn't make a single sound as he moved. He looked right and left, leaning behind a pillar to check out the lower level. His jeans tightened across his damn fine ass. Her body knelt and pled at the feet of her emotions, Please? Pretty please? With a cherry on top?

"Making sure there are no assassins waiting for us."

Jordan blinked and focused back on Kir. My God, that much gorgeous should come with a warning label.“Assassins?"

Kir nodded as he watched Logan move around the parking lot. “Grimm wants me dead in the worst way. He has an assassin named Val—"

"Oh no. Uncle Val?” Talk about a libido killer. Uncle Val lookedscary as hell, but he'd always been affectionate towards her and the twins.

Kir glanced at her but quickly turned his attention back to a rapidly approaching Logan. “ UncleVal?"

"Brown hair, blue eyes, mean-looking son of a bitch?"

"That would be Val."

"Yup. Uncle Val."

"Uncle Val is Vali, the man who murdered my brother."

Jordan stared out the front windshield and searched her memory of Norse mythology, trying to match up the man who'd tossed her in the air as a child with the man Kir was describing. “Um. Vali?"

Kir sighed as Logan motioned for them to leave the car. “Wait until we get upstairs, okay?"

"Okay, what?” Logan asked as he held open Jordan's door.

"Okay, you guys are going to explain to me who Vali is once we get upstairs."

"Oh.” Logan shook his head as he led them to the elevator. “Listen closely, because I hate talking like this and I'm not repeating it.” He took a deep breath as they entered the elevator, and Jordan paused to admire how wide his chest was. And then, as the elevator began its rise to the twenty-second floor, he crossed his arms over that chest and began to chant.

"I saw for Baldur—for the bloodstained sacrifice,

Odin's child—the fates set hidden.

There stood full-grown, higher than the plains, slender and most fair, the mistletoe.

"There formed from that stem which was slender-seeming, a shaft of anguish, perilous:

Hodr started shooting.

A brother of Baldur was born quickly:

he started—Odin's son—slaying, at one night old.

"He never washed hands, never combed head, till he bore to the pyre Baldur's adversary—while Frigg wept in Fen Halls for Valhall's woe.

Do you still seek to know? And what?"

Kir leaned back as Logan's deep voice washed over him. There were times he missed the cadence of the poetry of his homeland, but this particular piece was one of his least favorites. It described how, at one day old, Vali slew Hodr in retaliation for the death of Baldur. That Hodr was both blind and was meant to help Baldur rule Valhalla had factored in greatly when Grimm was making his plans to murder them both.

Jordan leaned back against the wall. “What was that?"

"It's a portion of the Poetic Edda, translated by Ursula Dronke.” Logan was staring at her, his expression carefully nonchalant.

"Oh. Well. That clears thatup.” From the confused frown on her face, it had raised more questions than it answered.

The doors opened onto a hallway. Kir stepped out, pulling out his key card. Jordan stepped out next.

Logan pushed passed her and Kir, taking Kir's key card to open the door to their condo. Since they'd come to Philadelphia Logan had been a nervous wreck, worried sick that Val and Grimm would find them before they would have a chance to set their plans in motion.

He entered the posh condo, his sneakers making no sound on the shiny maple flooring. Kir sighed as Logan nodded, letting him know no one had disrupted the wards Logan had set before heading out that morning.

Without missing a beat Jordan sat on the modern, snow white chaise. “Okay, I have to admit, the knife thing wasn't nearly as impressive as flaming Logan.” She grinned, letting them know she was completely aware of the double entendre.

"Very funny.” Logan flopped down next to her, one knee resting on the white chaise, his elbow resting along the back and his hand propping up his head as he faced her.

Kir took a seat on the ottoman that doubled as a coffee table and picked up the explanation they'd begun in the elevator. “So Vali, at one day old, killed my brother."

"Precocious little tyke."

"Yeah, he was a total Gerber baby.” Logan sneered.

"Why didn't Hodr just, I don't know, stop him?"

"Because, unlike a normal baby, Vali grew to manhood in the space of a few hours. He couldn't stop Vali from killing him."

"He couldn't see where Vali was, couldn't fight him, and felt that his death was completely justified.” Kir heard the old pain in Logan's voice; Hodr hadn't meant anything to him at the time, but Baldur's grief over his dead brother and anger at his traitorous father had been the first stepping stone in the beginning of their relationship. For the first time, he'd seen Logan as someone other than an angry, annoying young god, and Logan had seen Kir as more than the pretty, admired, social butterfly.

"Can I ask you a quick question that's been bothering me?"

Kir nodded. “Of course."

"Should I call you guys Baldur and Loki?"

"No!"

"Uh-uh."

They looked at each other and grimaced. They'd both replied at the same time and the same volume.

"We'd prefer to be called by the names we've chosen rather than the names that were chosen for us.”

Kir turned his attention back to a confused looking Jordan. “We're no longer those people."

Her gaze intensified as she worked out what he meant. “You mean you're not a god of spring and he's not a fire giant?"

"I'm not a naive, trusting fool and he's not a hormonal teenager. Ow.” Kir rubbed the spot on his thigh Logan smacked.

"Hormonal teenager?"

"You fucked anything that would let you, and I mean anything, and you emo'd all over the place.” He looked at Jordan and grinned. “His growing pains were horrendous."

"I did not‘emo'!"

Kir laughed at the outrage in Logan's voice. He'd curled his fingers up, making quotation marks.

"Oh, really? How about the dinner party where you got drunk and told everyone off, including letting some of the gods know that their darling, chaste wives were off playing in the clover while their husbands were at war, hmm?"

Logan snorted. “Those idiots weren't off making war, they were rolling around in their own clover."

Jordan's bemused voice interrupted them. “Did you know, with the nose ring, every time you snort I think of a bull?"

Kir had to bury his face in the ottoman, but couldn't do anything about his shaking shoulders, or the muffled sounds of his laughter.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jordan put her hands on her hips. “Okay. If you two are done playing, can you actually explain to me how this all went down?"

Logan watched as Jordan stood and began pacing in front of the floor to ceiling windows that looked out over Rittenhouse Square. He ignored the still muffled sounds of Kir's laughter. It was both annoying and endearing that, once his lover got going, getting him to stop was damn near impossible. He had to work it out of his system in his own time. Unfortunately, that left Logan to explain everything to Jordan.

"I was watching Odin fairly closely at the time, for some reason or another. I think I was planning on playing a prank on Frigg and wanted to make sure he wasn't going to get in my way. I saw him leave early one morning and something about the way he left, his face, maybe his body language, let me know he was up to no good."

"You followed him?"

"Of course. I had to know what would make him look like that, like the cat that got the cream. I figured this was much better than playing a silly trick on Frigg.” Jordan also ignored Kir as he sat up and wiped the laughter tears away. “I saw Odin shift shape into me and pick a sprig of mistletoe in full view of a farmer. I made sure he didn't see me as he took off again, heading back home.

"I knew mistletoe was Baldur's only vulnerability, so I was curious as to why his father would be picking some, especially since he'd taken my form to do it.” His smile was sour. “Not exactly confidence inducing. Anyway, I followed Odin and watched him. He crafted the sprig of mistletoe into an arrowhead and made an arrow meant to kill his own son."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

He stared at her. “You're kidding, right? Who would have believed me?"

"I didn't believe him.” Kir sighed. “My own father, out to kill me? It was unbelievable."

"So I managed to subdue Baldur, tied him up, and put him in a safe place where he could watch what happened and no one would know. Then I took his shape and his place."

"How did you keep from getting injured by the things they fired at you?"

"He didn't."

Damn. Kirstill hasn't gotten over that?The anguish in Kir's voice was noticeable to anyone who knew him. Without thought he rubbed his lover's knee, soothing him, not surprised when Kir picked his hand up, squeezed it, and let it go.

He turned his attention back to Jordan. “I took it, and let them think it didn't hurt."

"But ... I thought the Norse gods could die?"

"We can, but on the way I'd had a little chat with my daughter. She agreed that, for that short amount of time, no amount of damage, not even an instantly fatal wound, would kill me."

"Your daughter?"

He looked her straight in the eyes. “I had three children outside my marriage, remember?"

She gulped. “Hel."

He nodded. “So I stood there, and managed to keep them all from seeing my bleeding using a spell an old Jotun witch had taught me. Odin shifted into me and strode onto the field."

"That's when I knew Logan was telling the truth."

He let the silence linger for a moment after Kir's soft announcement before continuing. The agony of that day, the barbs and arrows piercing his flesh while he smiled and laughed it off, still had the power to awaken him with nightmares not even Kir could soothe. “So Odin, as me, stood behind Hodr, handed his blind son the arrow meant to kill his heir, and shot me instead, right through the heart. He then took off, making sure to shift back into himself out of sight of the others so he could properly express his outrage.”

He smiled cynically. “To celebrate, he immediately rushed off and fucked his mistress, begetting Vali in the process, who slew Hodr, etc., etc."

Kir grimaced. “I watched as Loki was borne off, his body anointed for burial. As soon as he could he left a simulacrum in his place and released me, but he collapsed before he could do anything more. He was so wounded, pierced so many times that I thought, despite his daughter's promises, he would die."

"So Baldur took it upon himself to go to Hel and explain what had happened, never knowing that Frigg had sent a messenger asking her to release him back into the world."

Kir shrugged. “You would have done the same.” Kir was right. Logan would have. “The messenger arrived shortly after I did. Hel and I had to think fast; she decided to pretend I was dead, and I had to go along with it. She came up with the fiction of having the world weep for me, thinking that would buy us some time and explain my miraculous return."

"But we hadn't counted on Odin."

Jordan sat on the edge of the ottoman, her thigh brushing Kir's. She frowned, obviously lost in thought, not noticing the way Kir swallowed or how his jeans slowly began to fill out as his cock leapt to life.

Kir glanced at Logan, guilt flashing across his face before he carefully inched his leg away from Jordan's.

Logan smiled. Damn. I thought so. We need to talk once we send her on her way.“Odin turned himself into Pokk, refused to weep, and flew off, insuring neither Baldur nor Hodr would ever grace the world again."

"And insuring that Loki's days were numbered, as well."

"I had no idea what Hel and Baldur had done. I'd taken myself off to heal, spending some time in a pond as a salmon. That's where they found me. They took me, bound me to three slabs of stone with the enchanted entrails of my own child and left me there to rot under the venom of that damn snake.” Logan could feel his fists clenching in his lap at the thought of his murdered child.

"What happened to your other son, the one that wasn't killed?"

Logan shook his head. “I don't know what happened to Nari. We were never able to find him. We can

only assume that Odin killed him, too."

It was Kir's turn to rub Logan's knee soothingly. “But I came back and freed him. Sigyn wanted us to inform the world what had happened, but Loki and I agreed that that would be too dangerous for all of us. By that point, Nanna was dead, and we were worried the same fate would befall Sigyn if she openly helped us. Besides, we had to prove to the other gods, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Loki was innocent. At the time, all of them were firmly on Odin's side, especially when he informed them that I would return after Ragnarok to lead them into an era of peace."

"They turned Baldur into a risen god and me into the harbinger of their deaths.” Logan's smile didn't waver as Jordan stared at him. “We waited, and waited, for the right opportunity to present itself, but every time we made a move, Odin somehow found out and sicced Vali on us."

"Thought and Memory.” Jordan's tone was thoughtful; she was processing the information.

She's smart. She's figured out how he keeps finding us.Damn. He had a thing for people with smarts.

“Among others."

"And now, if you so much as show yourselves before the other gods, they think that it's some sort of sick, twisted trick."

"And Kir and I get to go into hiding for another century or two until they call off the hunt."

"What made you decide now was the time to try again?"

"Things have changed.” Kir got up and went to the fridge, pulling out three colas. He brought each of them a can and popped the top on his. “Recently the gods themselves began to change. They've adapted amazingly well to technology. Some of them have even taken mortal wives, not all of whom know who their husbands really are."

"Like my mom?"

"Exactly."

"You think that, because they've integrated with mortal society, it's mellowed them out?"

Her skepticism was clear in her tone of voice. “No. I think they won't have any choice but to believe us when we present them with irrefutable proof, done in such a way that, no matter where they are on this earth, they'll see it."

"And my job is to convince them, with irrefutableproof, that you're innocent—” she pointed to Logan, then swung around to Kir, “—and you're alive?"

They looked at each other. Logan smirked. “Yup."

"That about covers it.” Kir smiled sweetly at Jordan. “Should I order the pizza now?"

They are certifiably crazy. Then again, after the life they've been forced to live, who wouldn't be?

Jordan took a last bite of pizza and wiped her fingers off on a paper towel Kir had brought from the kitchen. Part of her was dying to explore the luxurious, modern condo. It had been like stepping into her

dream home, complete with pale blue walls and stunning views. “Okay. I have a couple of ideas on how to proceed, but you need to know how I operate.” Logan grinned, and her pulse leapt. Down, girl.

“Business-wise, perv."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

She ignored Logan's mutter and focused on Kir, who was desperately trying not to laugh again. “We need to be really aggressive here. I'm not going to pull my punches with either one of you, and I don't expect you to pull your punches with me. If you disagree with something I'm doing, that's fine. Tell me.”

She turned to Logan again. “Then expect me to tell you to back off and let me do my job."

Both men frowned at that. “Don't expect us to allow you to put yourself in danger."

Surprised, she turned to Kir. “Wow. I would have expected that caveman attitude more from Logan, not you."

"He's a fierce mother bear when his cubs are endangered.” Logan leaned back on the sofa, a smug look of satisfaction on his face.

Kir rolled his eyes and pointedly ignored him. “I mean it. If there seems to be the slightest threat to your safety, you pull back and regroup. Understood?"

"I'm a PI rather than a cop becauseI'm not into bodily harm. I don't like pain, pain hurts me."

"Didn't somebody famous say that first?” Logan looked at Kir, who looked back at him with a shrug.

"Daffy Duck, maybe?"

"I thought it was Rodney Dangerfield."

"Wait, wasn't it the Cowardly Lion?"

"Oh yeah, I think it was!"

"Are you two done?” Jordan glared at the two men who grinned at her unrepentantly. “Because this is serious, okay?"

"Of course it's serious. And we're serious that you are in no way to put yourself in danger.” Kir's tone had gone from cheerfully playful to full of command in the space of a heartbeat. He looked at her like he expected her compliance on every level, and for a moment she saw the man who was truly meant to lead the gods.

The look of love and pride on Logan's face nearly brought tears to her eyes. His absolute faith and devotion to his lover was written all over his face.

Now I know they're telling the truth. No way could anyone, even Loki, fake that look.

She felt a momentary twinge of regret for what could have been with either of these men before she forced it down. Neither one was for her; they were for each other.

And then Kir ruined the moment. “Duh."

Jordan frowned. “Duh?"

Kir grinned as Logan collapsed with an exasperated sigh. “Duh. You find yourself in a position where you could get hurt you move. Val won't hold back from killing you, you know. Not if Grimm orders it."

Jordan rolled her eyes. “Yes, Mom."

"Do you carry a gun?"

Jordan snapped her fingers. “Damn. Left it at home with my fedora and trench coat."

"I'll take that as a no."

"You can take it any way you like.” She tried to ignore the sudden heat in Kir's eyes, focusing on the problem at hand.

"How come Grimm hasn't just waltzed in here and blown both your heads off while you sleep?"

Loki grinned. “Simple. The wards."

"Wards?"

Logan wiggled his fingers at her. “Magic. Oooh."

She quickly ran through the miniscule amount of magical knowledge she had. Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings were about the extent of it. “What are wards?"

"Magical runes Logan puts up to prevent anyone from entering our home uninvited. They also protect us from magical prying eyes. They don't last forever, but they do the job long enough for us to realize our time is probably up and we should move on."

"Oh."

"Too much information?"

She frowned. “No, just wondering why they haven't figured out ways to counteract them before."

"They have.” Logan smirked. “Then I change them."