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On the other, he might learn enough to keep Liam out of Gran's cross-hairs. "A no-fur like me is here simply to please, Master." He spoke with a shame he knew Gran found intoxicating. It was the wrong move. Gran slapped him hard across the face, snarling. The big man produced his pocket knife. "Yes, yes you are. And it would please me to never hear your voice again. I need to be sure. What if that occult conman gets any ideas?" Gran snarled some inaudible words to himself before he pressed the knife close to Turquoise’s lips. "Hold still and let me have your tongue or it will be your throat."

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.