“We need to talk,” I told Loki, rising from my chair.

“I thought you didn’t want to talk,” he said, pointing out I’d denied him the chance to explain himself.

“Things change,” I muttered.

“Fine, my office,” he said nodding down the hall, his lips a tight, thin line.

“Thanks for the drink, Persephone,” I said. She gave a soft wave as I followed Loki to his office. When we were inside, he shut the door. I shifted my weight from one foot to ...