Chapter 1 - Kara & Si


Tapping my foot on the bar stool I checked the time on my phone for the thousandth time and groaned as I placed it face down on the bar top.

Five more minutes.

The last twenty-four hour had moved slower than the last hundred years. Taking a sip of the drink in front of me, the bitter sweet Gin filled my mouth and I sat the empty glass down on the table.

“Another one?” Davlin pulled a bottle out from behind the bar and started to fill my glass.

“You’re a life saver,” I said tapping my fingers on the slightly sticky wood surface of the bar.

“Huh, I wouldn’t have thought...” Davlin looked me up and down as he topped off my glass with tonic water.

“What?” I took the glass and tried not to squirm under his scrutiny.

“Nothing,” he raised his hands in surrender.

“Out with it.” I took a sip of my drink.

He looked me over and his eyes landed on my tapping fingers. “You’re nervous.” He folded his arms over his chest.

“I’m not.” I shot him a glare over the rim of my glass.

He leaned across the bar and leveled his eyes on me. “Oh, we’re playing dumb now are we?” He placed his hand over mine and lowered the glass from my lips. “When are you going to learn, you can’t bullshit me?”

From the moment I met, Davlin he’d seen right through my walls and never let me hide behind them.

I cocked my head to the side. “For the life of me, I don’t know why I keep coming back here,” I teased.

“That’s easy,” he leaned back and folded his arms over his chest. “You’re in love with me.”

“Ha-Ha.” I rolled my eyes. “In your dreams.”

“Every night darlin’.” He winked and I couldn’t help but smile as I shook my head.

“Does that line ever work for you?” I took another sip of my drink. The sharp edges of my nerves falling away.

“A gentleman never tells.”

“And here I thought we weren’t bullshitting each other.”

“You first.” He cocked his head to the side.

I picked up my phone again and the screen read 11:58.

I met his eyes and the tiny sliver of peace inside me vanished.

“Kara.” Davlin reached for my hand and I let him take it.

“What if I don’t remember how-”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He squeezed my fingers. “It’s who you are.”

“It’s who I was.” I pointed out. “A long time ago.”

“Some things never change, no matter how much time passes.”

“People change.”

“People yes, and maybe you’ve changed a bit too, but that doesn’t change what you are.” He kept his voice low even though the bar was filled with laughter, shouts and music that made it unlikely anyone would overhear us.

“It might.”

“Do you still want your old life back or are you content with this?” He motioned around the bar, but he clearly meant, this realm, this ordinary life.


The ice in my glass began to rattle and I looked up at the lights hanging from the wood beam running the length of the bar. They trembled in their fittings ever so slightly as an unmistakable rumble moved through the bar.

“Is this it?” Davlin’s brow furrowed as his eyes darted around the room and the patrons started to scramble toward the door.

Thunder boomed overhead and a flash of lightening exploded, reflecting off of every piece of glass in the bar.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” I met his eyes and jumped to my feet.

I followed the rest of the confused and mumbling people out of the bar. My chest feeling lighter with each step. For the first time in a century, the gentle brush of Magik moved across my back and a thrill ran through me as my heart started to race.

This was it.

I’ve waited a century to shed Odin’s curse, a century to be with my people, a century to fly the nine realms once more.

Cool air washed across my face as I stepped out into the street. Another bolt of lightening criss-crossing the cloudless sky, lighting up the faces of everyone around me.

Whispers whisked passed my ear and I turned to see what or who it could’ve been. Another streak of lightning and a shiver moved down my spine.