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“I know one of the guards here tonight. Want me to see if I can work my magic?”
I think back to what Odin said about killing anyone who failed to protect what was his and then his most recent threat, and sigh.
“No, because I don’t want his life on my hands.”
“Oof. That strict, huh?”
I’m about to answer when there’s a loud knock on the door and Odin says, “Anna?”
Freja’s eyes widen, and she shoves the plastic baggie toward me, as if she knows what’ll happen if she’s caught with it. I don’t have my purse, so I shove it in the built-in bra of the dress. A quick glance in the mirror ensures it’s not visible, so I open the door, brushing past him. Freja is right on my heels as we make our way back to the party. She goes to the left and I go to the right, grabbing another flute of champagne.
I know Odin is behind me before he speaks.
“What were the two of you doing in there?”
“Drugs,” I answer back dryly as I spin to face him.
He looks down at me, his dark eyes full of anger. “If that’s true—”
“Yeah, yeah. I already know.” I fake a yawn. “These threats are getting old.”
“Oh, baby. They’re not threats. Try me and see what happens.”
“Shouldn’t you be with your fiancée instead of bothering me?”
He laughs at that.
“Yes, I suppose I should be. Did your mother apologize?”
This gets my attention. “Why would she apologize?”
“For the way she spoke to you yesterday. I suggested it might be nice.”
“Well, she let me come tonight, so I guess that’s something, though she made sure to mention several times that I’m only here because of you.”
I stare at him, waiting for him to deny that he told my mother to let me come, but he doesn’t.
“First you let me sneak out so I can go to a club and now this? Are you already going soft on your rules, Odin?”
“There’s nothing soft about me, baby girl.”
My gaze skirts to his crotch before I glance away.
Odin snorts. “But you already know that, don’t you, Anna?”
I meet his gaze. “Does my mother know, too?”
He moves so close that I take a step back just to put distance between us. He closes the distance between us.
“Know what, Anna? How big my cock is? Or know that you and I are fucking around?”
Heat creeps up my neck. “Don’t say it like that. We’re not fucking around.”
His jaw tics. “Aren’t we? To answer your question, yes.”
He leaves me with my mouth gaping as I try to figure out what he means. Yes, my mother knows how big his cock is or yes, she knows we’re messing around. I seriously doubt she knows the latter. If she did, she’d likely hit me, or worse. That means she knows how big his cock is. My stomach is tight. What in the hell am I doing? I’m not the kind of person who screws around with her mother’s fiancé!
Turning, I flag down a server and grab another flute of champagne, tossing it back. I’m reaching for a second one when Grandmama clears her throat, making the entire room go silent.
