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toward her little cottage.
    Finally, he reached the front door and stumbled through.
    The lights within were lit, revealing a cluttered little cottage with cozy furniture, colorful paintings on stone walls, and a big empty hearth. Photos lined the mantel. Sigyn grinned out from them all, surrounded by friends. More often than not, the setting appeared to be the university.  
    His soul warmed just to be in her home. This was the place she’d made her own. He felt like he were with her again, and the warmth it put inside him almost overwhelmed the pain of his wounds.
    His attention was dragged away from the photos by a low hum of water. A shower. Sigyn was in the shower. Naked.
    His feet moved as if they were separate from his brain. He should just collapse on her couch and hope she took mercy on him when she came out. He should not go spy on her in the shower. Hell, especially not after he’d gotten shot because he was playing Peeping Tom outside her window earlier tonight.
    But he found himself at the entrance to the small bathroom anyway. It’d been right off the short hall leading from the living room to the bedroom. A matter of a few steps, really. He had to see her. Now that he was so close to her after so long, any opportunity he had couldn’t be ignored.  
    The door was swung open to reveal a small white bathroom. An old, claw footed tub with a shower overhead was surrounded by a semi-sheer curtain. Sigyn stood within, tall and slender. As soon as he caught sight of her pale skin, reality snapped back into place.
    He was fucking out of line and fucking creepy, spying on her like this. He should get himself together and get out of here.
    Motion erupted behind the curtain. Before he could blink, Sigyn had whipped back the sheer fabric and thrust her long wooden staff at his throat. The tip pressed sharply into his windpipe, cutting off his air. She was in front of him in seconds, moving so fast that she must have bent time and the aether to appear in front of him. The mystical blue cloak hung about her shoulders and concealed most of her nudity, leaving only a long strip of gleaming skin down the middle that he dragged his eyes away from.
    Her brows drew low over eyes that flamed. “What the hell do you think you’re—”
    “Hello, Sigyn. Looking good.” She looked more than good. She looked amazing. Even more beautiful up close. Light shined from within her. She’d always seemed to glow and that hadn’t changed.  
    Shock froze her features, as if she couldn’t process what she was seeing. Her green eyes were dark and deep. Was she seeing their past?  
    He wasn’t. His thoughts were too full of her in the present. Beautiful and angry and so close to him that it clouded his mind even more than the pain.
    “Loki,” she said. She had the slight accent of a Norwegian expatriate. Similar to his, he’d guess.
    “You’re not the girl I remember.” This woman was tougher, more skilled, and potentially very, very dangerous. And hot as hell.
    He was in trouble.
    “Hardly.” Her gaze ran over him and her eyes widened at the sight of his blood-stained prison guard’s uniform. “You. You’re the escapee.”
    “Yes.”
    “But how? You’re not Ian MacKenzie. And if you’d been here for long, I’d have eventually noticed.”
    “Would you?” Would she have felt what he felt when he was near her? That tug, that pull, as if everything his soul needed was right here before him, so close he could touch?
    “How?” Her eyes were hard, her jaw firm.
    “It’s a long story. A private one. And I need some help.” He jerked his chin down toward his wounds.
    “Indeed. You’re bleeding all over my floor. But you’ll sure as hell tell me what’s going on before I even consider helping you.”
    He nodded.
    “I’m going to need more than that, Originator of Deceits.”
    He frowned at the name he hadn’t heard in decades. Centuries. It had been one of his titles in Asgard, honestly earned, in fact. But it