“I’m fine, sis.” She gestured at Cian and Revna. “No thanks to them.”
Understandably, this version of Trinity took notice of Cian, and her eyes widened. “It’s you.” Warm and friendly, she embraced him, then pulled back and smiled. “Thank yousomuch for saving my dragon spirit before I was born.” She glanced from Vicar back to him. “If it weren’t for you, I would have had a horrible life and never found my way to my mate.”
The old Vicar would have been furious with jealousy at Trinity embracing Cian, but not now. He trusted her without question and was just as grateful to the wizard when he nodded once at him in recognition.
“I’m glad you two found each other.” Cian nodded at Vicar in return before focusing on Trinity again. “Now, as I once set you on a path in the right direction, you must help Raven find hers. You’re the only sister who can. Not only because Raven helped you visit Vicar when you were young but because you and your mate have the power to withstand the places we must go.”
“Places that will help Tor and Raven find their truth,” Trinity realized. “Not because of our Múspellsheimr sides, but because of my inner Alfheim.”
“That’s right,” he confirmed. “While all creatures find those with Vanaheim blood unsettling, elven magic can withstand it the easiest. It's the most kindred in some ways.” He gestured at Raven. “That’s why she was able to pull your sweeter side, or Alfheim half, to the surface so easily. Why she can command it to remain in charge.” Cian looked from Vicar back to Trinity. “It’s important you and your mate remain with Raven on her journey because it will straddle Vanaheim. It will be overshadowed by the world that birthed her.”
Telling, considering none of the other worlds did that to her sisters. Not to the degree Tor sensed Vanaheim would affect Raven.
“Of course, we’ll stay with her.” Trinity frowned. “But, what about our plan to release Violence and follow him into Celtic territory?”
“Still a possibility,” Raven murmured, sensing something. “But not yet. Right now, you’d be slaughtered.” She shook her head and narrowed her eyes. “Because someone’s waiting. Eager to see you make that mistake.”
Her gaze rose as though she could see beyond the mountain, beyond this world even. “It’s time to go...time to remember.” She looked at Revna. “And I think I’ll need your mountain to make my way.”
Revna nodded. “My mountain is your mountain, friend.
“Then we need to go.” Her gaze finally returned to Tor. “I believe you know the way.”
Moments later, her prediction proved true.
Chapter Seven
LIKE BEFORE, WHEN Tor’stiny dragon manifested in a memory, Raven was irrevocably drawn to him. Drawn enough to know her dragon had definitely been taken with his at one time.
Moments ago, she had the overwhelming sense Tor would know where they needed to go next, and it turned out she was right. Only, as it happened, it was his tiny self who would lead the way. It seemed they were picking up where they left off in the previous memory after Raven relayed her prophecy.
“I know you, don’t I?” Tiny Tor cocked his head. “We met somewhere before?”
Raven shrugged, clearly reluctant to share more just yet. “Maybe.” She eyed him with concern. “How do you feel down here? Are you uncomfortable?”
“No, not at all.” He shook his head. “I used to be, but suddenly I wasn’t. I knew I would be all right if I came down here. This was where I was supposed to be.” He cocked his head again. “Is that because of you?”
