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It’s not all that difficult to figure out.
“No, Viking, it’s not that difficult.” She rises to her feet and slowly walks toward the door. “Why don’t you get dressed, and then we can finish this discussion, hmm?”
Without waiting for my agreement, she disappears into the hall, closing the door behind her. I dig through the clothes I bought upon arriving in town and settle on a pair of jeans, a yellow Henley, and my cut.
Once I have my boots on and laced up, I open the door and wave Kára inside.
“Whatever you have to say, just say it,” I bark. “I’ve got shit to do.”
“Yes, I’m aware of what you have to do,” she sasses. “Do you really think this party is a good idea?”
“It’s a way to get close to Makayla.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “And just howcloseare you planning on getting?”
“As close as I have to,” I snap, frustrated that she’s asking questions she already knows the answers to.
“Viking, do you remember what I told you on your death day?”
My heart rate kicks up, which is odd because I’m still getting used to a beating heart.
“You told me a lot of things,” I hedge.
“You’re being deliberately obtuse,” she accuses. “What did I tell you about Mea?”
Just as quickly as my heart rate increased, it slows, and I swear I can hear blood whooshing through my veins.
“Why are you bringing her into this?”
“What was on your mind when you saw Makayla for the first time?”
Whirling around, I grab my ax before spinning back to face Kára. I advance on her and press the blade to her throat.
“Get to the fucking point,” I snarl. “I don’t have time for cryptic games.”
She narrows her eyes and carefully rests her hand over mine to push it down and lower my weapon.
“Just because we’re not in Valhalla, don’t think I won’t put you on your ass,” she bites out.
I thrust my free hand through my still-damp hair and heave a sigh. “Why are you asking about Mea and Makayla?” I ask, suddenly mentally drained.
Kára cups my face and smiles sadly. “Viking, think about the questions I’ve asked. The answers you seek will come to you. Just… be careful. I have a great deal of power, but even I can’t heal a broken Warrior. Not in the way you’ll need me to if you don’t tread lightly.”
With her warning hanging in the air, Kára shimmers as she vanishes back to the heavens.
I replay every single word she spoke since arriving in my mind, trying to sort out her unspoken message.
Do you remember what I told you on your death day?
What was on your mind when you saw Makayla for the first time?
Why is she asking me those things? What does one have to do with—
No.
It can’t be.
Can it?
