Perfekt Balance (The Ære Saga Book 3) Read Online Free

they’re going back to the East
Coast, so I’ve got free time. If you’re up to it?”
    I bit my bottom lip. My reprieve hadn’t
lasted a full two minutes. But how could I train Mia to be a
Unifier when I hadn’t mastered the allegedly inherited skill set
myself? Unifying was supposed to be in my blood. Under my mom’s
dominion, we’d lost fewer lives than at any point in our
history.
    And here I couldn’t even break through the
blocker on the crush-of-my-existence’s heart.
    “About that,” I hedged. I owed Mia an
explanation for my foot-dragging. “I’m not exactly the best Unifier
just yet.”
    “Too bad.” My brother burst into the kitchen
like a bull in a china shop. He stopped in front of the sink,
crossed his arms over his chest, and eyed me levelly. “At the
moment, you’re the only Unifier we’ve got. Time to goddess-up and
get in the field.”
    “What are you talking about?” I tucked one
blond wave behind my ear as Forse stalked into the kitchen behind
Tyr. His jaw was clenched, his shoulders pulled back to military
attention, and the wrinkle between his brows was so deep, it could
have held a pencil. “What’s going on?”
    “Ask him.” Forse jutted his chin at Tyr and
stood behind me. He put his hands on the back of my chair as he
stared my brother down. “For the record, I do not agree with
this.”
    “I know you don’t.” Tyr met his glare. “But
we don’t have a choice.”
    “There’s always a choice.” Forse’s voice was
even, but his hands clenched my chair so hard, I heard a knuckle
crack. The tension in the room was palpable; the kitchen was draped
in the thick, red fog of anger.
    The emotions were overwhelming. I shut down
my abilities so I could focus. “What. Is. Going. On?”
    Before I got my answer, the front door
slammed and Brynn and Henrik’s footsteps pounded in the hallway.
When they skidded to a stop in the kitchen, I noticed Brynn’s
T-shirt was on backwards. I bit back a smile.
    “How was your ‘run?’” Mia teased, using her
fingers to make air quotes.
    Brynn flushed before tucking her head into
Henrik’s chest. “Good,” she muttered.
    “ We got
your text, kille .
Everything okay?” Henrik rested his hand on Brynn’s lower back. She
stuck her tongue out at Mia, who giggled in response.
    “Everything is great. We have a twenty on one
of our top-ten fugitives.” Tyr didn’t take his eyes off Forse.
    I turned around. “That’s a good thing. Right,
Forse?”
    “ That’s
not why I’m upset.” Forse held Tyr’s stare. I’d turned off my extra
sense, but anyone could see the equivalent of energetic fire
shooting from his eyes. Yikes.
    “What’s Forse upset about?” Mia asked.
    “ He’s
upset because I’m bringing Elsa into the field with us to retrieve
the perp.” The vein in Tyr’s neck pulsed. Oh, great. He was really mad, though
whether it was at Forse, me, or this yet-to-be-identified perp, I
hadn’t yet assessed.
    “She’s not ready. And you know it’s probably
a trap.” Forse spoke through gritted teeth.
    “Maybe. Which is why Brynn and I are going
with you.” Tyr nodded.
    “ What?
Who’s going to watch Mia? Or is she coming with us to…wait, where
are we going?” Brynn asked.
    “I can take care of myself,” Mia
objected.
    Tyr glanced at Mia out of the corner of his
eye. It didn’t take a High Healer to see how irritated she was, and
my normally thick-headed brother crossed to her side to soothe her
in an uncharacteristic display of sensitivity. He wrapped his arms
around her shoulders and spoke to Brynn. “You and your boyfriend
can swap jobs for a few days. Henrik, I want you to stay here with
Mia. You can call Freya back from Asgard if you need help getting
anything ready for Mia’s family’s visit. Mia, you’ve been adding to
that ‘Must Bake For Jason Cookie List’ in your backpack for weeks,
and Henrik is Asgard’s resident baker’s man. I know he’d love to
help.”
    “If this is your way of making