Chapter 51.2

“Thanks.” I took one of the weapons and slipped it into my jacket’s holster while Griff accepted the second.

“Each gun contains a hundred needles, but if you run out, use the spares.”

I flipped the cylinder and extracted a needle. It closed with a loud snap. Instead of opening it again, I wove the needle into the fabric of my sleeve.

Loki walked toward me, his head tilted to the side. “Let me take a look at you.” He walked around me, his gaze sweeping up and down my body. “What do you think?”

I turned to meet a face almost identical to mine, stepped back, and bumped into Griff.

Loki had the same honey-blonde hair, strong features, and piercing gray eyes. Because of the body I inhabited, I looked smaller, softer, gentler. I looked a little more like Mum than Dad, and almost pretty.

My breaths shallowed, and the part of my soul that had spent decades in the Punishment Pits wondered if Griff would have been so forgiving and amorous if I had looked exactly like my old self.

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