The Vittra Attacks (Trylle Bonus) Read Free

you, too.”
    “Perhaps your anger at Loki is a tad misplaced,” Sara said. When the King opened his mouth to argue, she held
    up her hand. “Not at him. He has let you down. But perhaps it could be better directed at the Trylle, and not at your
    own people.”
    “What are you proposing?” The King narrowed his eyes at her.
    “Nothing that you haven’t proposed already, my love.” She put her hands on his chest and smiled up at him.
    “You said you would stop at nothing to get her, and all is not lost yet. She’s with the Trylle, but you’ve waged wars on
    them before. This will be no different.”
    The King nodded, considering what his wife said.
    “Loki,” the King barked without looking back at him. “Gather all the best tracers we have, all of our powerful
    Vittra. We’ll launch an attack on the Trylle.”
    Loki got to his feet, still holding his side. He stretched his jaw, which still throbbed dully, and cracked his
    neck.
    “Even the hobgoblins, Sire?” Loki asked.
    “No, not yet.” The King shook his head. “We’ll hold them back until we absolutely have to use them.”
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    Loki stood in the back of the room while the King went over his plan for the attack on the Trylle palace in
    Förening with the army he’d assembled. The King had launched attacks on the Trylle before, some of them quite
    successful, and there was no reason for him to thing this one wouldn’t go the same way.
    This wasn’t his last measure, though. Sara had convinced him to hold a few things back, namely, herself and
    Loki. The Queen thought sending them into that kind of danger was unnecessary. Oren and Loki were the two most
    powerful Vittra they had, but the army that the King had mounted should be sufficient to take down the Trylle.
    The Tyrlle had grown weak and complacent in recent years, which was part of the reason the King felt such
    contempt for them. So the King wouldn’t give the attack all he had. He didn’t think he would need to.
    He knew enough of Trylle society to know that the girl’s coming-out ball would be sood, and he had spies in
    neighbor camps that could tell him exactly when it would be. The King could go after her before that, when security
    was more lax at the Trylle palace, but he wanted to make a big show of it. He wanted all the trolls from every tribe to
    know exactly how powerful he was, so he planned the attack for that night, even though there would be far more
    Trylle guards on duty.
    After the meeting ended, the King went out with his Vittra army to work them on a few training exercises.
    Since Loki wouldn’t be going for the mission, he stayed behind, leaning against a bookcase in the back of the King’s
    chambers.
    “How are you holding up?” Sara asked when it was only the two of them in the room.
    “Oh, you know, as well as I always do after a good beating.” Loki smirked at her, and she pursed her lips.
    She walked over to him and put her hand on his side, meaning to heal him from where the King had kicked
    him, but Loki squirmed away from her touch.
    “Loki, I know how strong the King is. Better than anyone,” Sara said.
    Over the years, he’d seen her with her fair share of bruises, probably even more than Loki himself had earned
    form the hands of the King. He glanced over at her but quickly looked away.
    “I’m fine,” he insisted, even though he wasn’t.
    “You should let me heal you.” She stepped closer to him but he just moved away. “You might have a ruptured
    organ or a broken rib.
    Why won’t you let me help you?”
    “Because.” He sighed and ran a hand through his sandy hair. “I deserve it.”
    “Loki, you can’t mean that. You know you don’t deserve it. Oren lashes out over everything, and you can’t take
    it to heart.”
    “But I should’ve helped them,” he said quietly. “Jen and Kyra. Oren told me to. He said they couldn’t handle it.
    And I knew it. But I didn’t help them enough. I knew that she