Free Not Broken: True Destiny, Book 5 by Dana Marie Bell

been hurt far worse made any of it better. He now understood why Magnus growled every time Slade told him about the times Odin had tortured him. He wanted to find Skadi and stomp her into the ground. A few well-placed hooves in her skull would ensure she’d never harm his mates again.
    Slade helped Magnus back into the living room, grumbling about the bloody handprints on the wall. Magnus must have used it to prop himself up while he made his way to the master bathroom. Stubborn ass man. He eased Magnus down onto the sofa and immediately opened the first-aid kit. “Morgan, can you get an ice pack for Sylvia’s ankle?”
    “Already done.”
    Slade glanced over, nodding his approval at the way Morgan was taking care of Sylvia’s swollen ankle. He’d wrapped her ankle in a special brace made to hold ice packs. The fact that Magnus had those ice packs ready to go had him glaring at the man.
    Magnus merely smiled at him, seemingly amused by Slade’s anger. “It’s not the first time one of us has hurt a joint. We have braces for knees, shoulders, the works.”
    Slade nodded. He supposed he would have to get used to his mate getting hurt. The man was a warrior, a Viking through and through. That didn’t mean that Slade wasn’t going to give him hell when he came home bleeding, though. “Tell me everything that happened.” He glanced at Sylvia, saw the way she was grimacing, holding tightly to Sydney’s hand. “Why don’t you start?”
    She looked startled at his firm tone, but sat up straighter. “We were discussing…” She looked up at Sydney, who shrugged.
    “Frederica is planning on planting something on Logan’s computer that will break up the relationship between Kir, Logan and Jordan.” Magnus was staring at Sylvia grimly. “We were listening.”
    Sylvia paled. “Then you know we didn’t have anything to do with it.”
    Magnus smiled. “I trust you.”
    “So do I.” Slade taped Magnus up, clucking his tongue when Magnus hissed in pain. “Next time, dodge.”
    “I did!”
    Sylvia, Sydney and Morgan all laughed at Magnus’s frustrated yell, but Slade wasn’t amused. “Dodge harder.”
    Magnus rolled his eyes. “Anyway, the lights in the building went out, so Morgan and I knew something was wrong.”
    “We don’t know how, but Skadi managed to get into our apartment without our sensing it.” Sylvia picked up where Magnus left off. “The front door and windows didn’t open, and it was almost immediately after the lights went out.”
    “She couldn’t have been working alone either. Someone had to cut the power while she made her way into Sylvia’s apartment.”
    “Not necessarily. She might have Dökk Alfar blood in her.” Slade put away the tape and zipped up the bag. “She could have moved through the shadows to get so quickly from one place to the other. It’s the only way.”
    Dead silence.
    “What?” He looked around at the startled faces of every Aesir in the room. “You didn’t know that was one of their powers? Odin picked it up centuries ago.”
    “That explains how he keeps getting away from us.” Magnus sounded disgusted. “We—”
    The front door slammed open, with Kir, Logan and Jordan storming through. Jordan was the one who spoke, pushing her glasses up her nose as she glared at her brother. “What happened?”
    Logan stared at Slade, his relief obvious as he saw that Slade was unharmed. “Fenris smelled blood coming from your apartment and called me.”
    Magnus grimaced. “We got ambushed by Skadi.”
    Jordan blinked. “Who?”
    Logan cursed, and Kir’s eyes began to mist over.
    Jordan looked at her husbands and sighed. “I’m going to guess that this is bad.”
    “Very.” Sylvia attempted to stand, but Slade got to her before anyone else. He gently pushed her back into her seat, but her gaze remained on Logan and Kir. “She was sent by Grimm to use Sylvia and I to get to you. She overheard that we were working for you and has declared us traitors,