Marked by fate
Then, more firmly, “Thor, give Tobias back control. Let us help. If your mate’s in danger, we’ll find a way, but you have to let him back in.”
Thor snarls, pacing, but the promise of help, of a plan, soothes him enough. Slowly, reluctantly, he yields. I shove forward, gasping as I reclaim myself. My vision clears, the colour drains from my eyes, and I sag, trembling with the effort. Daemon and Alistair both exhale as if they have been holding their breath.
“Fuck, man,” Daemon says flatly. “I thought Thor was about to go on a murderous rampage.” There is no humour in his voice. He means it.
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