Skye stood, her hands on her hips, and glared down at the unopened box.“For all we know, we accidentally buried him with it.”“Well. That would suck monkey balls.” She sneezed at the dust that rose from the box she’d just opened.Magnus choked. “Monkey balls?”She shrugged and turned back to the box, but Morgan could see her cheeks turn red. The way she seemed to switch between Skylar Kincade, American photographer, and Skuld, all-powerful Fate, was endearing as hell.“That’s what you think. Dad could have stashed it somewhere in Valhalla and we’ll never see it again.” Morgan grimaced as Magnus pulled out yet another box. They’d been at this for hours and still hadn’t found a hint that Mjolnir was anywhere in the house.“You think Frigg found it?”Morgan sighed, taking the dusty box from Skye as she started sneezing again. “That woman is seriously fucked in the head. If she’d found it, she wouldn’t have been able to stop herself from gloating.”“She was like that from the beginning.”
