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When Kára turns to face me, the new warrior takes advantage of her distraction and lands a right hook to her cheek. The shock on his face when she doesn’t fall to the ground is comical.
“Inferno, handle him,” I order. “He’s not cut out for Valhalla.”
Inferno starts to walk toward the man who’s wearing a cut with motorcycle club patches that I don’t recognize.
“No!”
Mist, another Valkyrie, materializes and stops Inferno in his tracks with a hand on his arm. There was a time when people appearing out of nowhere would have startled me, but now it’s more annoying than anything.
“Mist, he’s done,” I say. “He broke one of the cardinal rules in the Warrior Code of Conduct.”
I point to the Warrior Code of Conduct, the thick lettering etched into the gold walls of Academy Hall. The words I’ve come to live by seem to mock me.
Warrior Code of Conduct
No warrior may engage in fighting outside of the fighting arena
Do not incite violence
No stealing
No betting on fights in the arena
Never raise a weapon on anyone when their back is turned
Never strike a Valkyrie
Cannot make contact with any blood relative
Cannot reveal your true self to anyone
Cannot tell anyone why you’re in the human world
Do not engage with a Legacy
When a mission is complete, return to Valhalla immediately
Do not become emotionally involved with a human
Physical relations between a Warrior and a human are forbidden
Warriors and Valkyries may engage in sexual acts but must not become emotionally involved
“He doesn’t even know the rules yet,” Mist snaps.
“Regardless, you don’t strike a Valkyrie and get away with it.”
“I seem to recall a certain warrior who tried to split Kára in two when he first arrived.”
I flash back to my death date and chuckle. “Touché.”
“The man is frightened,” Kára says as she darts her eyes between him and me. “Much like you were, Viking. Give him a few days. If he doesn’t come around, we’ll send him to the Fire Pit.”
“Send me home,” the man demands. “I want to go home.”
Staring at him, I see the fear Kára mentioned, the panic. And I remember it like it was yesterday.
“What’s your name?” I ask him, softening my tone.
