Domestic thoughts.
Dangerous thoughts.
The sort capable of ruining powerful men.
I should have been alarmed.
Instead, I pulled my tablet from my pocket like a complete fucking psychopath and opened the celestial mapping program I’d built.
Because apparently stalking her nightly was not enough.
Now I needed astronomical confirmation too.
Pathetic.
Absolutely pathetic.
Still—I copied Amrin’s chart file into a private project folder and began entering variables manually.
Birth coordinates.
Astrological alignments.
Realm positioning.
Moon phase calculations.
My pulse steadily quickened as I input data.
I even hacked into Runevald’s secured student records for exact timestamps and birth locations.
Illegal?
Absolutely.
Worth it?
Without question.
The deeper I dug, the more intensely focused I became.
Hours passed unnoticed while I sat perched in the tree outside her dormitory running calculations beneath the glowing skies of Asgarheim.
Cold wind moved through the branches.
Moonlight illuminated the screen.
And all I could think about was her.
Finally, after inputting every possible variable I could think of, I ran the compatibility overlay.
The tiny spinning hourglass appeared.
My throat tightened instantly.
Ridiculous.
I had faced realm predators without flinching.
