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sliced scar along his jaw. She’d forced the memory of his face from her mind long ago, but to see him again dredged up all the feelings she’d once had. Love. Fear. Disillusionment.
    It twisted something in her chest, right where she’d felt that same tightness before she’d heard the gunshot and again when she’d been walking to her cottage. And occasionally when she’d been back in Norway.  
    “You were watching me.” Her skin tingled as she said it. It wasn’t a question. The pulling sensation in her chest had to be more about feeling his presence than just seeing him, but the idea of a link between them made her uncomfortable.
    He nodded once. Her lungs felt empty. Why? And did that mean he’d occasionally watched her back in Norway after it had ended between them? Why would he do that?
    She shook the question away. She had far too much to worry about without everything from their past creeping in. She was harboring a fugitive. In a sense, she was betraying the university. The ugly thought made a sick feeling well in her stomach. How could she be doing this?
    And for him.
    She’d already done so much for him. And lost so much because of it.
    She was an idiot. There was no question.  
    She scowled as she knelt beside him and said, “You’re going to tell me everything, then I’m going to turn you back into the university.”
    “Quite brave telling me your plans, Sigyn.” His eyes were clouded with pain.
    “Like you said, I’m not the girl you remember.” She’d never been timid, but she hadn’t been nearly as powerful as she was now. If she wanted him back at the prison, especially if he was wounded, she’d make it happen. She’d do anything to make it happen. He wouldn’t convince her to divert her path again. “And my name is no longer Sigyn. It’s Sylvi.”
    The corner of his mouth kicked up and the sight made something flutter low in her belly. She set the bowl of water on the ground with trembling hands.
    “Sylvi. Why the change?”
    She wiped the blood off his shoulder and rigid stomach as she spoke. “Sigyn was an idiot. And the name was given by a woman who should have loved me, but banished me from my home.” She thrust away thoughts of Freya, her godly and immensely powerful mother, and focused on Loki’s wounds. “I no longer wanted it.”
    “You really know how to hold a grudge.”
    She shrugged. So forgiveness wasn’t her strong suit. It would serve her well with him. He was the reason Freya had evicted her. As long as she managed to tamp down on the stupid drunken butterflies careening about in her stomach, she’d be fine. Loki was just temporary idiocy on the grandest scale imaginable.  
    “Tell me where you got the bracelet, Loki. Are there more of them?” She finished wiping the blood off his torso and tried not to think about the firm perfection of his muscles.
    “It’s Logan now.”
    She wasn’t surprised he’d taken another name. Loki was on many gods’ hit list. Lying low was smart. “The bracelet?”
    “In a trade with another god. And I don’t think there are more.”
    She scowled. “Don’t think? That’s not reassuring.”
    “Life’s not reassuring.”
    “It can be.” She’d made it so. It’d taken a long time after her life had fallen apart because of him and her own stupidity, but she’d made it so, with help from the university. “Hold on, this is going to hurt.”
    He tensed slightly as she closed her eyes and laid her palms on his stomach near the bullet’s entry wound. His skin was warm beneath her palms as she focused all her energy on healing the wounds within his abdomen.  
    It was a talent she’d honed in the years since she’d left him, along with many other skills. In Asgard, she’d never been able to finish her training as a Vala, a follower of Freya and practitioner of seidr magic, but she’d managed to cobble together an impressive array of talents once she’d ended up on earth.
    Now, she turned those talents toward