DESI
“Where’s Lucy?” I blurted out.
“I beg your pardon?” Fiahre asked.
“I’m sorry,” I said, acknowledging each of them - Heimdall with his ever-glowering expression, Fiahre, her lovely face as immovable as a Grecian statue, Horonius, obviously uncomfortable in our company, and Odin - my king. “I’m sorry. I should have said something earlier - and I was going to, but…”
I glanced at Michael and guilt clogged my veins.
“I thought Lucy would be here. I thought she’d say hello. Maybe she could help - you know, with the war.”
Michael stared at our joined hands. Odin watched me, the glow in his eyes darkening.
“That’s how you knew where to find me, right? Lucy told you where I was?”
“Desolation,” Odin began. “I have not seen Lucy since she met you on the Bridge, so long ago.”
“But -”
“She found you?”
“Yes. Isn’t that how you knew where to find me?” I shifted, indicating Horonius.