I staggered to my feet, blood pouring from a gash across my ribs, my vision swimming.

But I didn’t care.

He tried to take her.

He almost took her.

And now… now, he was going to die.

Loki’s pale face twisted in irritation as he watched the space where Matteo had disappeared with Raven. His lips parted, a growl curling up from deep in his throat — and then he took a step forward.

“No,” I barked, stepping between him and the trail again. “You’re not touching her.”

His eyes flashed crimson. “You can’t stop what’s been set in motion. She’s mine. She was always mine.”

“You keep saying that,”...