The searching looks, the huggy affection. Avarr refused to meet her gaze more than once. And Hall talked so much she thought he’d grow hoarse. But she let them pretend for a while because, like the cats, she liked to play with her prey.She soaped her hair in the massive marble shower, more than aware how they watched her. “You know, the valkryies are forced to share bathing quarters. It’s nice because everything in Folkvang is amazing. But still. It’s obvious you two are Freya’s favorites. Now I see why.” She frowned as an unwelcome thought struck. “Have you two fucked her?”Avarr gaped. “Freya?”“Surely you jest,” Hall said. “She’s Freya. Our goddess.”Relief filled her from head to toe. “Oh. Good to know.”Hall’s eyes narrowed. “Why? Were you jealous, Little Snow?”Avarr turned her to face him and laughed. “She was jealous. Well, well. Perhaps we weren’t the only ones wanting for so long.”“Shut up.”Avarr raised a brow. “Make me.”She knew just how to do that.
