Sigrid Valkyrie Novelas e Histórias

But before I could storm out, Zaqriel’s voice stopped me. “Valkyrie is not a man.” I turned. His eyes caught mine, blazing, stripping every shield I thought I had. “Valkyrie is a bloodline. MY bloodline.”

I can only assume this was Hail’s passive-aggressive way of punishing me and giving the cupcake protection because it’s my house sigil on the crest around her neck. Not my clan, Dracule, but house Vlademyre’s brand in the silver metal plate. One Hail didn’t bother to have her leave out to avoid this situation. Ally, enemy, kid. Doesn’t really matter at this point because all of them harassed someone under my protection. The immediate jump back as his heart lands with his body, comes with stark recognition as I lift our new servant into my arms. At least from them. Cupcake, on the other hand, has no clue what just happened.

Silence fell like a dropped curtain. Then, chaos erupted the next second. “Valkyrie?” “The legend, Valkyrie?” “Six years ago… didn’t they disappear?” “Is this an impersonation?” Whispers surged, filling the air with disbelief. In the VIP suite, Ada tilted her head. “Valkyrie?” she murmured. “Who’s that?” Right on cue, the spotlight changed position and Mirena’s image appeared. Although she had half her face covered, Ada immediately recognized her.