Chapter 110: Much to Discuss

MICHAEL

For a long while I stood outside the Wheelhouse, gathering my courage. Little scared me. Or at least, little had frightened me at all - until recently.

I had never betrayed a friend before. I had never been the cause of heartache. I thought of Desi then, standing in the luminous light of the Bifrost with space stretching out on every side. She lived with this burden, this guilt, every moment of every day. She carried the fates of Aaron, Lucy, even Miri and I, on her heart.

The back of my throat burned with tears I refused to shed. Midgard was at war, and if Loki had anything to do with it, it would not only be war, but Ragnarok that would light that world on fire.