Free Perfekt Control (The Ære Saga Book 2) by S.T. Bende Page B

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Asgardians as part of Odin’s plan for the greater good. But seeing
her here spilling out of her stupid mini-dress and into Henrik’s
ogling eyes…well, skit. Finnea didn’t look like a drug
dealer. And something told me they didn’t just work
together.
    With Henrik’s attention locked on her boobs,
Finnea’s smirk developed into a full-fledged grin. “It’s good to
see you too, darling. Why don’t we go back to my tree and get
reacquainted?” She flicked a hand in my direction. “Your little
work friend here can enjoy the waterfall. Be a dear, won’t you,
Brie, and pick us some berries to go with breakfast?”
    “It’s Brynn,” I corrected through gritted
teeth. “And I’m not going anywhere. Not without my partner.” I
planted my hands firmly on my hips and stared Henrik down. I shot a
pointed glance at his bracelet. If the charm blocker worked as well
as he claimed it did, this little display with Finnea was all his
idiot boy hormones.
    “Actually, Brynn, I do need a few minutes
alone with Finnea.” Henrik spoke impassively. My jaw burned as I
ground my teeth together. Whatever, Henrik .
    “Mmm.” Finnea ran her finger along Henrik’s
cheek. She was so tall, she barely had to reach up to touch his
traitorous face. “I think I’ll need more than a few minutes.”
    Henrik locked his hands firmly around
Finnea’s waist and picked her up. She gave a soft giggle that
echoed across the pond like a chorus of tinkling bells. “Henrik!”
she squealed. But her laughter slowed when he set her down an arm’s
length away. My stomach settled at her indignant expression. Been there, sister. And by the time he dropped his hands and
folded them across his chest, her amusement was completely gone.
“What the Hel?”
    “Listen, I really enjoy our time together. I
mean, believe me, I really enjoy it,” Henrik began. My
stomach resumed the fevered churn of an Olympic rower. Now he was
just being a troll.
    Finnea stamped her foot. “Are you saying
we’re over?”
    The churning slowed. Was he?
    “I do need to talk to you about our…
arrangement, ja . But first, I need you to do something for
me.” Henrik stepped into her space and whispered in her ear.
Finnea’s face went hard, then softened just a bit, then finally
broke into a satisfied expression.
    “I see.” She gave a small nod. “And in
exchange you’ll…” She leaned forward to whisper in Henrik’s ear.
Since her shiny wall of hair blocked my view, I couldn’t read his
expression, but his voice sounded clear as a bell when he pulled
back and swore to do what she asked. Finnea broke into an
ear-splitting grin, and pulled a small pink satchel out of the top
of her boot. “You have yourself a deal, darling. Hold this.” She
passed him the satchel. I shot Henrik a look. What was going
on?
    Finnea tossed her lavender hair and looked
over her shoulder, flexing her wings as she did so. They took on a
pearlescent glow, and she flapped them nine times. With each pulse
she rose a foot off the ground, so that on the final movement she
hovered well above us, one leg bent with her toe pointed at her
knee. She twirled a tight spiral, creating a shower of glitter I
assumed came from her wings. It rained down, peppering the
ground—and my right arm—in a glimmering hue. With hands cupped
together, Finnea captured a portion of the glitter in her palms,
then slowly lowered herself to the ground. Henrik held out the
pouch and she emptied her hands with care, dusting the granules
into the pink sleeve.
    So that was where älva dust
came from.
    “Brie, love, be a dear and take this back to
your colleagues.” Finnea took the pouch from Henrik’s hands and
held it out.
    I swiped sparkles off my arm as my eyes found
Henrik’s. “Come on, Henrik. We got what we came for. Let’s go.”
    “Not so fast.” Finnea trailed her finger
along Henrik’s chest. “I believe we have a little matter of payment
to work out.”
    Henrik grimaced. “I’m afraid