Foresworn. Rinda Elliott

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      He flashed a white-toothed grin. “The guy in the cowboy hat is carrying a soul. He didn’t know which one until he met a Valkyrie who told him his is Tyr—the war god.”

      “The one who lost his right hand to the wolf, Fenris,” I muttered. “I knew it.” A drop of sweat slid down my temple.

      “You should take your coat off before you overheat. We’re keeping the houses extra warm lately to make up for the upcoming long winter.”

      “So you know what’s going on? You believe this is Fimbulwinter?” I was talking about the three years of harsh winter we were supposed to suffer during Ragnarok. Some writings referenced one summer happening during the long frozen stretch and others said none. Whichever one—it was supposed to suck.

      “Don’t you?” He held out his hand for my coat and draped it over his on the chair after I gave it to him. “You have incredible magic. I’ve never seen anything like that.”

      I shrugged. “A lady in the restaurant told me that she’s heard music on Yellowstone Lake, so it could be something about that.” Frowning, I scratched the back of my hand, which was splotchy from the prickly stems. “Though, my norn usually gives me future messages.”

      He nodded. “That’s what’s been bringing the others here. Some hear it. Some don’t. The ones who can’t are being brought in by Valkyries.”

      “Valkyries,” I said, grinning. That was a bit much. I was leaning back toward the weirdo thing again.

      His gaze flicked down to my mouth and his own twisted in response. “Tell you what. Grab your coat and I’ll take you on a tour. Introduce you to my two best friends and maybe a Valkyrie.”

      The cold hit hard and fast, but I waited until we’d walked a ways before I put the coat back on. The snow had picked up. Luckily, the greenhouses blocked the wind, which made howling noises as it swept down into the valley. He’d talked about introducing me to people, yet I didn’t see any. The place was eerily quiet other than the weather. He opened doors to the greenhouses, pointed out the vegetable and fruit plants. They even had fruit trees in two of them. My stomach growled when I saw the luscious red apples.

      Arun grinned at me. “Heard that. Tyrone will be back with the sandwiches soon, but here.” He walked inside, grabbed an apple and washed it in a sink before handing it to me. “We don’t use chemicals, so you can eat them right off the trees, but sometimes there’s dust.”

      I bit into the apple and managed to not moan. Perfectly crisp and juicy, it immediately settled my stomach.

      A girl with bright red hair walked past us, a taut scowl on her face, her arms full of heavy bags of fertilizer. I lifted my eyebrows. Three heavy bags of fertilizer. I couldn’t carry all those at once. “Is she one?” I asked after the girl disappeared inside one of the greenhouses.

      He was frowning pretty hard. “She’s upset about something. Again.” He looked down at me, chuckled. “You’ll have a lot in common with her. She’s prickly, too. When she showed up, she had no idea what was going on, just that she can tell the future and her future was in these greenhouses. Her parents kicked her out when she was sixteen, so she came here. To the place she kept seeing in her visions. We think she’s carrying the soul of Gullveig.”

      I tried to remember what I’d learned about that goddess, but all that came to me was prophecy and fire. I wanted nothing to do with someone associated with that particular element. “She was kicked out at sixteen?” Harsh. Yeah, my sisters and I had to pretty much raise ourselves, but Dru had never kicked us out, had never left us physically. Well, not until recently.

      “She won’t say why they kicked her out, but we think it had something to do with the visions. Tip. She hates the word witch. It sets her temper off.” He chuckled. “And trust me, she got the fiery personality to go with that hair. You’ll get along.”

      I ignored the dig, thinking about the fertilizer bags. “She’s strong, too, isn’t she?”

      “We’re noticing that a lot of us are stronger than usual. But not everyone with a god soul is. You?”

      “No.” And that was so not fair.

      “Well, I saw you stop time. Actual time. You might have more power than any of us.”

      “I wouldn’t say that,” I muttered. Not if I wasn’t in control of it. I waved my hand at the spread of greenhouses. “This is impressive. So, you sell the vegetables?”

      “We do. But we’ve also been preparing for the three-year winter. We’ve canned enough food to feed a lot of people for a long time.”

      “Aren’t you worried some will try to take this place? By force?”

      “Got a pretty negative view of people, don’t you?”

      “You grow up in campgrounds and see how you feel. Yeah, there are some hippy-dippy granola types, but a lot of those survivalists...Well, I live in the real world—I see real people in it.”

      “Yet you carry the soul of a goddess inside you. Must be awfully confusing in your real world then.”

      He had a point. I hated that he had a point, so I glared at him.

      “Look,” he said. “I could tell you think all that stuff I said about Valkyries is bull. You said you have two sisters. I’m guessing triplets. Triplets who can stop time and write messages in a very old language. You have a norn. Do you have any idea how important that is?”

      “I don’t have her willingly.” I managed not to wince when she twisted in my chest, but I put my hand there out of reflex.

      His eyes narrowed and he straightened. “You really can feel her,” he murmured. “You can actually feel her inside you? That has to be awful. No wonder you’re so grumpy.”

      “I’m not grumpy.”

      He merely lifted an eyebrow.

      “I’m not. This is my normal personality.”

      The corner of his mouth lifted. “So what makes you smile?”

      “Really? You really want to have this sort of conversation right now?” I felt like pulling my hair out, but instead I gave him my best “get to the point” glare. “So, if you saw that I wrote runes earlier, what do you think?”

      “I think you needed more words. But then you would have needed more ketchup.”

      Wow. I kind of wanted to hit him. Hit him and see if the muscles bulging in his upper arms really were as strong as they’d looked when he’d had his coat off. Gods, he had me all jacked up. “I don’t hear any music, so I have no idea what that message meant, but she does that—gives me obscure messages. I think she likes to mess with me.”

      “Do your sisters get the same thing?”

      I nodded, thinking of the one Raven had СКАЧАТЬ