I bit off a retort, realizing he had a point and I had no right to disrespect him, especially after he had helped rescue me and set up shelter for the women who had found themselves suddenly under his protection. Besides, he had readily agreed to carry out my request.

“You are completely right. That was harsh, and I’m sorry.” I pecked a quick kiss on his cheek. My gesture flustered him, flushing his fair completion. “Thank you for checking on him.”

Baldur’s gaze flicked to Nina’s closed door. She had stayed hidden in her room all morning despite all the noise and excitement. “I’ll be back as soon as possible. If something happens and I don’t come back, take Nina and leave. Stay on the move until you can meet up again with your Valkyrie friend. She is fierce and brave. I think she is your best bet. Maybe she will find Val.”

“I hope so. Losing both of them would be a hit I’m not sure I could take.”

“We are a tough breed. Don’t discount him, and don’t discount Magni.”

Baldur moved, about to turn and leave, but a sudden memory struck me, and I reached out to stop him. “Keep your eyes open, Baldur. It could have been a hallucination, but it’s better to be safe than sorry, no?” And I told him about seeing Rolf Lockhart in my last moments of consciousness after my fight with Grim and Tori.

“Maybe you were having another vision.”

I nodded. “Maybe, but I wouldn’t take it for granted. We don’t know who he is or what he’s capable of. Just… be careful.”

Baldur squeezed my shoulder. “It was good that you told me what you saw. Even if it was a premonition, we can’t know when it might come true. I will be watchful.”

Baldur left after that. I went to the living room and turned on the TV. It did nothing to distract me, so I paced the living room. Eventually, my nervous energy sent me out to the front porch to check for signs of Baldur’s return.

The rental cabin sat at the base of Mount Rainier, just outside the national-park boundaries. Tall aspen and pine trees surrounded the house, and the sharp bite of winter flavored the air. Under better conditions, I would have enjoyed the refuge of such a magnificent setting. I huddled deeper into the blanket I’d taken from my closet and lost myself in thought. Maybe that’s why I failed to notice Nina had joined me until she spoke.

“It’s cold out here. How can you stand it?”

I flinched and twisted around to find her peering up at the blue sky, peeking through the breaks in the tree tops. “I’ve got an extra layer on,” I said. “Maybe you should grab a coat or something.”

“I don’t have a coat. Baldur hasn’t stopped in one place long enough to get me a decent set of clothes.”

“He’s juggling a lot of things. I don’t think it will be like this much longer.”

“No, it won’t. The wolf will eat you soon.”

I recoiled, hoping I had misunderstood. “What did you say?”

Nina shrugged and strolled to the railing at the front of the porch. “The wolf will eat you. I’m sure of it.”

“What a horrible thing to say.”

Nina turned around and leaned against a post. She crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself for warmth. “Doesn’t make it a lie.”

“What do you know about it, anyway?”

“Only what Helen told me.”

My eyebrows arched. Aghast, I said, “You and Helen are buddies?”

“Of course not. You can’t really call your foster mom a buddy, you know?”

I wheezed. Bombshell much? “Helen’s your foster mom?”

“She never adopted me, but she raised me after my mother went missing on the streets when I was a baby. Never knew my dad.”

A cold sweat broke out at the nape of my neck, and my stomach burbled unhappily. “Does Baldur know this?”

“He hasn’t asked,” Nina said. She widened her dark eyes into a kooky stare and tapped her temple. “Not too bright, that one.”

“You’re on good terms with Helen, still?”

Nina shrugged. “Haven’t talked to her in a while. I left her when I turned eighteen, went out on my own. She’s a little… intense, let’s say. We bashed heads a lot.”

“But you keep in touch?”

“Up until the wreck, yeah, we talked every couple of weeks.”

“And since the wreck?”

“I’ve been debating whether I should contact her. If I gave you to Helen, she might welcome me with open arms, but this Baldur thing might work out pretty good for me, too.”

“You two are soul mates. He’s loved you for eternity.”

Nina rasped a dry laugh. “That’s what he keeps telling me—reincarnation or some such nonsense. Past lives.” She stuck her tongue between her lips and blew a raspberry. “That’s what I think about that.”

I scrunched my nose at her. “I see Helen’s had a lot of influence on you.”

“Maybe.” Nina shoved herself off the porch rail and strolled back to the front door. “It pleases me to keep your secret, Solina. I can’t be sure Helen’s plans include a place for me. I know she used me to get to Baldur, and that makes me more than a little resentful. But you can be sure if the scales tip in her favor, I’ll sell you out in a hot minute.”

“Why would you tell me this? Most predators don’t give their prey a heads-up.”

An innocent, childlike look came over her face. “I honestly don’t know why I would tell you except I think I feel sorry for you. I think you deserve fair warning.”

This chick is one tinfoil hat away from being the mayor of Crazy Town. “Do you know how insane you sound?”

“Yes, I do. Crazy has been my game for a long time. I totally hate myself for it, too.” Nina stepped closer and pulled up her sweater sleeve, revealing a thick, puckered scar snaking from her wrist to the inside of her elbow. “Tried to cure myself when I was sixteen. Didn’t take, though. Helen found me soaking in a bathtub full of red water and got me to the hospital in time.”

I wiped my hands over face, trying to clean away the vision stirred up by Nina’s words. She told her story as if she had suffered a case of appendicitis instead of an attempted suicide. Horror and pity waged war within me. Nina didn’t behave as though she wanted my sympathy, though.

“You know I’ll have to tell Baldur,” I said.

Nina’s jaw clenched. Her eyes glittered like hard black stones. “Of course you will. I hope you tell him and cut his heart open with it.” She turned on her heel and went back inside after that—thank God—and left me to digest her disturbing revelations on my own.

She was right that sharing the information with Baldur would hurt him, and when it came to Nina, he had already suffered too much. Still, he had to know. The decision of what to do with her after that would be his. For my part, I planned a quick separation as soon as Baldur brought news of Thorin down from the mountain.

On the run again—it barely bothered me anymore.

The clear day eventually gave over to clouds and stiff winds. I ceded my outdoor vigil and went inside. Nina had secluded herself in her room—good riddance—and I went into my bedroom and tried to relax. I must have dozed off because I awoke to darkness, the front door banging open, feet stomping, and Baldur calling my name.

I rolled out of bed and scurried into the living room, where Baldur stood, his face grim, worry etching lines around his eyes and mouth. His shoulders bowed under the burden of keeping a swaying and nearly unconscious God of Thunder upright. I gasped as he stepped forward and deposited Thorin onto the sofa in front of the fireplace.

Drawn and haggard, with a rough beard and circles of trauma and pain ringing his eyes, Thorin had obviously survived a horrible ordeal. But he was there and alive, and nothing mattered more than that. A wild and uncharacteristic frenzy haunted Thorin’s eyes. My gut clenched, and I knotted my fingers together and waited for Thorin to look my way and recognize me.