“I know, but I would never let him rule anyway,” I said. “I don’t plan to follow through with it.”
Loki whistled and shook his head. “If you went back on your deal, he would destroy everything. And I do mean everything that you have ever cared about.”
“I won’t go back on it,” I said. “It will never get to that point. I’m only buying us time to build up the army, and then we’ll attack the Vittra, take them down, and I will kill Oren.”
“You’ll kill him?” He raised any eyebrow. “Do you even know how to kill him?”
“No. Not yet,” I admitted. “That’s why I haven’t killed him. But I will.”
“I don’t even know if he can be killed,” Loki said.
“Everyone can be killed.”
“Many, many people have tried,” he said. “And they’ve all failed.”
“Yes, but none of those people have his blood pumping through their veins,” I said. “I think I’m the only one strong enough to do it.”
“What if you can’t?” Loki asked. “What if you do all this, and you can’t find a way to stop him?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I will have to find a way. He’s going to keep coming until he has me. I would gladly hand myself over to him if I thought that would be enough, but I’m not sure that it is anymore.”
Loki stared down at the floor, his golden eyes wide as he thought it through. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but he didn’t look happy.
“So, will you take me?” I asked.
“No.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, Princess. I can’t.”
“Fine.” I took a deep breath. “I’ll find someone who can.”
“Who?” Loki asked. “Who else would possibly take you?”
“I’ll find the way on my own,” I said.
Tove and a few other trackers probably knew how to get to the Vittra palace, but they didn’t know the intricacies of it like Loki did. But if I had to, I could take a map from the War Room.
I turned to reach for the door handle, but Loki stopped me before I could. He grabbed my wrist and stood right in front of me.
“You can’t go by yourself,” he said.
“Yes, I can.” I tried to pull my wrist from his grip. “Let go of me.”
“No, Wendy, I won’t let you do this,” Loki said.
“You can’t stop me.”
“I’m much stronger than you.”
I tried to shove him out of my way, but it was like pushing on concrete. He pressed me back against his bedroom wall and put an arm on either side of me. His body didn’t touch me, but it was so close I couldn’t move away.
“You may be physically stronger than me, but I can have you on the floor writhing in pain in minutes. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have to.”
“You don’t have to,” Loki said emphatically. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Yes, I do. I will do whatever it takes to save lives,” I said. “I have to do this. If you can’t, that’s fine. But get out of my way.”
He bit his lip and shook his head, but he didn’t move away from me.
“It’s the middle of the night, and you want to run away with me,” Loki said. “What will you tell your husband?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?” Loki raised an eyebrow. “The Princess goes missing without any word? That would be total pandemonium.”
“I’ll have Duncan tell them in the morning where I’ve gone,” I said. “That’ll buy us a few hours to get there before somebody comes after us.”
“If the King doesn’t let you leave, he’ll kill the rescue party that they send,” Loki pointed out. “That would be Finn, Tove, Duncan, maybe even Willa. You’re willing to risk them on this?”
“This might be my only chance to save them,” I said thickly.
“I can’t talk you out of this?” he whispered, his eyes searching mine.
“No.”
He swallowed and brushed back a hair from my forehead. His hand lingered on my face, and I let it. His eyes were strangely sad, and I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but I didn’t want to speak.
“I want you to remember this,” he said, his voice low and husky.
“What?” I asked.
“You want me to kiss you.”
“I don’t,” I lied.
“You do. And I want you to remember that.”
“Why?”
“Because.” Without further explanation, he turned away from me. “If you want to do this, hurry and put some clothes on. You don’t want to see the King in your pajamas.”
12. Rendezvous
Loki liked alternative country, and the satellite radio in the Cadillac had been playing Neil Young, Ryan Adams, the Raconteurs, and Bob Dylan since we left Förening. He sang along with it sometimes, in an off key-way that was strangely endearing.
It was still dark out, and snow was falling around us, but Loki didn’t seem to mind. The car slid in a few places, but he always corrected it. I’d put my makeup on in the car, and he’d managed to keep it steady enough so I didn’t poke myself in the eye with liner.
Loki had teased me about the makeup and my choice of clothing. It was a long, dark violet gown, covered in lace and diamonds with a black velvet cloak over it. I’d chosen it because I knew reverence would go a long way with Oren.