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wasn’t helping him any at the moment.
    He felt his muscles weakening and his mind fading. He needed a place to recover. Medical attention would be even better, though it wasn’t necessary. And he didn’t want to leave her side now that he’d found her.
    “I vow upon Fenrir.” He chose something of true value to him, his wolf who was long lost.  
    Her face paled, her expression stricken. “You dare mention him to me?”
    He cursed inwardly. Mentioning his wolf was not the way to get her help. Fenrir, and his own actions, had driven her away from him so many years ago. “I can’t change the past. And you know I mean the vow.”

    Sylvi nodded and forced words through the shock bombarding her mind. “I do.”
    She couldn’t take her eyes off him as she grappled with the reality that he was actually here. When she’d heard the intruder, she’d been fine. She could handle anything that came through her door.
    Except Loki. When she’d seen him, tall and strong and too handsome, the pleasurable surge of battle in her veins had been replaced with shock. And then with a wash of memories that had dragged her back to a time when she’d been young and in love.  
    Or had thought she was in love. He’d quickly revealed her error.
    And now he was here in her tiny bathroom, nearly eight hundred years after she’d seen him last. Here. At the university, the home she’d created for herself out of the rubble of her past.
    Oh shit. “How are you on campus?” she demanded. He was a god; the wards should have kept him and all other gods away. If they were broken…
    He raised an arm and a roughly hammered silver band glinted around his wrist. “This is enchanted to allow me past the wards.”
    “You’re alone?”
    “Yes.”
    “So no other gods can enter the campus?”
    “No. Worried?” There was something beneath his voice, a harshness she couldn’t decipher.
    “Of course. The university has enemies. Not all gods. Not even most. But some. And if enough of them could get past the wards?” She shook her head.  
    It could be bad and he knew it. The university staff was made up of all sorts of Mytheans—those supernatural creatures created by mortal belief in myths and religions—and they took their jobs seriously. One of the university’s primary mandates was to ensure peace between the afterworlds—as the heavens and hells of mortal belief were called—in order to ensure the safety of Mytheans on earth.  
    Maintaining the safety of Mytheans on earth meant secrecy from mortals. Mortals might have once believed Mytheans into existence, but in present day, secrecy was of utmost importance to peace for all species. Some gods didn’t like to be restricted and therefore didn’t like the university. They sought loopholes to get onto the university campus. If they found them, they could wreak whatever havoc they chose.
    It’d be a nightmare.
    “It’s just me,” Loki said.
    “Why?”
    “That’s a long story. But first—” he gestured to his bleeding torso “—could I get some assistance?”
    She swallowed hard, scenes running through her mind of the first time she’d tended to a grievous wound on his chest. These were nothing in comparison. At least he could still walk, if barely.
    “Fine. But you’ll talk while I tend to you. I want answers.”
    “All right.”
    “Let me put on real clothes.” With the threat to the university past and her adrenaline fading, the illusion of her blue cloak would fade as well. She poked him hard with the staff, ushering him out the door.  
    It took her a few minutes to throw on jeans and a shirt and grab a bowl of water and some bandages. By the time she got back to the living room, Loki was seated on the couch, nearly slumped over. His shirt was gone, revealing a broad expanse of muscle.  
    Chin length dark hair swept down over his face, concealing his pale skin and even features.  
    She’d forgotten how handsome he was, with sharp features, full lips, and a