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His horn dips, brow furrowing. He thinks about what I could mean for a moment before he straightens again.
“Ungez,” Loki grunts, pointing at my pet with his claws. Hefting the raw meat up in his palm, he says, “Jabila.”
I have to believe that means it’s not the same. And I’m sure, if he brought me the meat without butchering it first, I’d have a hard time eating it. But he’s learning how to keep Kennedy a lot quicker than I would’ve thought.
Only one problem. I’m hungry. I’ll admit that. Fry me up a steak and I’ll eat it. If I convince myself that’s whatjabilameans in his language, I can at least try what he has.
There’s no way I can choke it down like that.
“Aren’t you going to cook it?” I ask him. “Cook. Loki cook?”
“Ken-dee?”
He doesn’t get it. Crap. How do I mime ‘cook’ in a way that he’ll understand?
Does he even know what fire is? Considering how cold this room is, I’m not so sure.
I gotta try.
“Cook,” I repeat. I hold up my hands like I’m pretending to warm them in front of a fire. “Cook. Fire.” I mime it again before pointing to the meat, then my mouth. “Cook and Kennedy eat.”
He regards the hunks of meat thoughtfully and holds it up in one hand.
Loki folds his other fist tight. When he releases it, there’s a small ball offirehovering over his hand.
I squeal, excited that he figured out what I meant and also stunned that the shadow monster can create fire in his hand.
I’m not the only one, either.
Loki looks as surprised as I do.
CHAPTER8
WATER AND FIRE
KENNEDY
The way I see it, if I’m going to be here for a while—and I can’t see how I’m going home anytime soon—I’m going to make the most of it.
Starting with naming my new pet.
I decide to call my little shadow creature Freya after the Norse goddess who traveled in a chariot pulled by cats. Considering my beastly captor is Loki, that’s the direction my thoughts went and I ran with it.
After she nibbled on a few pieces of meat I offered her, she hopped up on the bed, making herself a little nest near the top. She seems right at home here.
Lucky Freya.
I ate as much of the cooked meat as I could manage before Loki’s intense expression made me too uncomfortable. Crouching in front of the bed where I found my seat, I don’t see his bobbing cock even though I know it’s there. We’ve come to an unspoken agreement not to pay any attention to it, as though he’s trying to prove he’s not only keeping me for sex.
He fed me. Just when I’m wondering how I’m going to wash my hands—or, for God’s sake,pee—he grunts and jerks his head toward the door. Moving over to it, he rumbles his version of my name.
“Ken-dee.”
Since he wants to lead me out of the obvious bedroom, I decide to follow. I’m glad I did. Loki brings me into the second room. It’s as empty as the bedroom—no skulls in here, I notice—but I see two strange structures along one wall.
One is a narrow black tube about four inches wide. It comes up from the ground, hitting Loki at his navel. That means, for me, it’s as tall as my boobs. Next to it is a crystalline cup that twinkles beneath the same floating lights he has in his bedroom.
I understand why when he waves his massive hand over the tube and, to my surprise—and delight—a stream of water arcs out of the tube and into a square-shaped hole built into the floor.
