Only Amrin could reduce one of the deadliest males in Asgard to “undead Viking royalty” five minutes after witnessing a celestial blessing ritual.
“Yes,” I managed finally. “More or less.”
“Huh.” She tucked herself closer against my side instinctively beneath her cloak. “Still, I like Serena. And Raven too.”
The bond purred warmly at the contact.
“She called him Raven with no fear at all,” Amrin continued thoughtfully. “Even when he looks terrifying.”
Something sharp and strangely emotional tightened inside my chest.
Because yes.
That was exactly what mates did.
Saw the Monster.
Stayed anyway.
“Maybe we could all double date sometime?” she asked brightly.
I stared down at her in stunned silence for half a second.
A double date.
With the Draugr.
The sheer absurdity nearly made me laugh again.
Years ago I would have considered socializing voluntarily with anyone outside formal celestial obligations a personal nightmare.
Now?
I found myself imagining Amrin laughing beside Serena while the Draugr silently suffered through some ridiculous Earth carnival game.
Gods help me.
I wanted that too.
“You would like that?” I asked carefully.
“Of course.” She smiled up at me warmly. “I think you boys need friends.”
Boys.
The future Premier Celestial Guardian of Asgard and the last revenant prince of the Draugen bloodline reduced to “boys.”
Incredible.
“I will consider it,” I replied solemnly.
Amrin snorted softly.
“You’re adorable when you pretend you aren’t nice.”
I nearly stumbled.
Nice?
