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woman while he rifled through his memory banks. Alfheim was the world where the light elves thrived. Their whole existence was a peaceful one, except there was one black spot in their history; Loki had been responsible for it.
    “I do,” he replied, recalling the event the light elves still referred to today as The Crucifixion. It wasn’t a crucifixion in the sense that humans and their Christianity knew it though. There were no wooden crosses, no nails. There were, however, persecutions, torment and torture, and all because Loki had unleashed his son onto the light elves in the name of fun.
    “The women Fenrir … despoiled …” Verdandi paused, obviously considering her words very carefully. “They all eventually succumbed to their injuries.”
    “Of this I am already aware.”
    Verdandi grasped the ash tree pendant at her throat, rubbing her thumb over it repeatedly. “Yes, but did you know that one survived? The female gave birth to a son … a son who survives to this day.”
    “Are you saying that Fenrir has a son – that Loki has a grandson out there?” If it were true, how had he not known about it?
    “The woman protected the identity of her child from everyone … even you, All-Father.”
    Odin glared at Verdandi. The Norns had a way of seeing his thoughts, and that fact irritated him. He huffed under his breath and turned around to face the window once more. Resisting the urge to peer out the curtains again, Odin settled for re-buttoning his jacket. “Where is this man now?”
    “Here in Chicago.”
     
     

Chapter 2
Boston
    Aubrey looked at himself in the mirror, brushing his fingertips against the lapel of his charcoal Tom Ford suit. His tie was the same shade, contrasting against the crisp whiteness of his shirt. He buttoned up the front of the jacket, then unbuttoned it, then buttoned it again.
    Fuck.
    He was nervous.
    The question wasn’t so much why, but who.
    Taer.
    She’d seen him in nothing more than workout gear, and she’d still wanted him … not that she would have admitted to that. He would break her though. He was determined to get into her panties if it was the last thing he did. He could practically smell the sexual tension whenever they were around each other, and no matter how hard she fought him on it, Aubrey was sure she felt the same way.
    The trick was getting her to admit to it.
    Turning around, he left his bedroom, collecting the keys to his Lexus as he strode past the hall table. Although he didn’t need a car, he found great pleasure in driving. He took even greater pleasure in the looks of admiration and outright lust that came his way when he drove the high-powered LFA around the streets of Boston. Ostentatious it may be, but he wasn’t afraid to admit that respect was what he craved.
    Although if he was honest, he was craving Taer even more. She was a Mare – a dark elf. Revenge had motivated her to ask for his help a few weeks ago, but it was self-interest and lust that had motivated him to help her.
    The car door closed with a satisfying thump that spoke of precision engineering and Aubrey carefully pulled away from the curb. The traffic was sparse – a phenomenon which only survived in a tiny window between the peak hour rush and the time when young professionals returned to the city to spend big at the many clubs and bars in the downtown area.
    Aubrey navigated his way down to the Eye, pulling up into the loading zone outside the front of the club. He didn’t need to worry about being towed though; he had more than half of the Boston Police Department in his pocket. Having that kind of backing was essential for the type of work Aubrey was in.
    A line had already formed outside the bar-slash-nightclub-slash-gentlemen’s club – a line Aubrey bypassed completely. A few people cursed him, but he ignored them all. Focusing his attention on the Valkyrie at the door, he met her bi-colored eyes and waited. There was something about the female that he