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I say, “And so the Blood Eagle execution is done.”
I nod to Heimdall, who takes the dagger, pushing it through Selma’s temple. This ensures that she’s truly dead. There have been records of those who survived the Blood Eagle for moments after the lungs were removed, but Selma deserved a quick death after paying for her sins.
Finally, I turn and find Anna sobbing against Malik Jafar’s chest. Part of me worries that I’ve done something that has ruined my relationship with Anna. But she pushes out of Jafar’s arms and rushes to me, throwing her arms around me.
“I’m so sorry she killed your parents.”
I kiss the top of her head. “Baby girl, you don’t apologize for her. Understand?”
She nods, looking up at me with tears in her eyes. “Can we go home?”
Scooping her into my arms, I kiss the top of her head. “Yes.”
34
Odin
The next few months are a blur as Jafar, Van der Zee, and I clean up the mess Selma made. By the time we’re finished, there’s no question as to who runs this city. Anna is by my side the entire time, offering insight that only a Mafia Princess has. She makes me so fucking proud each and every day.
She turns, as if she can sense that I’m watching her.
“Yes, Daddy?”
“Cheeky,” I say with a grin. I pat my lap. “Come here.”
She climbs onto my lap, leaning against my chest.
“How are my girls’ today?”
She laughs. “Still sure I’m having a girl, eh?”
Her laughter makes me so fucking happy.
I nuzzle her neck. “Yes, I am.”
“We’re doing fine, Daddy. How are you?”
“Happy.”
She tilts her head, beaming up at me. “Me, too.”
“What do you have planned today?”
“I’m going to visit Grandmama before I meet Freja, Aunt Ayra, and Aunt Maja for lunch.”
After Elsa was taken to the hospital, we discovered that she had a stroke when she realized what her favorite child had done, knowing it meant Selma would die. The stress was too much for her. She’s currently in a private hospital and will move in with one of her daughters once she’s stronger.Ifshe gets stronger…
Because Elsa is no longer a threat, I allow her to live.
“And how is Freja?”
“Busting at the seams to tell me that Hans proposed.”
My eyebrow lifts. “How do you know he proposed?”
I knew my youngest brother was thinking about it but didn’t know he had asked Freja to be his wife.
“He sent me a Snap. That’s messaging for young people,” she explains exaggeratedly.
