Tro (Elsker Saga Book 3) Read Free Page A

mean…” Oh, Lord. I knew this was coming, but now? My legs hadn’t been shaved in a good twenty hours.
    Ull let out a throaty chuckle. “Too soon. Got it. Well then, meet me on the verandah in half an hour. I will be the one grilling chicken.”
    “Where did we get chicken?” While I’d been appreciating the house’s solitude, I hadn’t stopped to think about where we could pick up eggs or milk. Or chicken.
    “One of the junior Valkyries delivered food this morning. I gave Freya a list of our favorite meals and she made sure the kitchen was stocked. If she followed my instructions, there should be an entire shelf of your Caramel McVitie’s.” Ull shot me a grin. “If you notice anything I missed just let me know and I will have it brought in.”
    “First of all, thank you for the McVitie’s. That was seriously great of you. And second, battle goddesses do your grocery shopping?”
    Ull shrugged. “A trainee is supposed to be permanently stationed at Ýdalir, but I had Freya reassign her.”
    “Do all gods have Valkyries to do that kind of thing for them?”
    “All of the royal bloodline does.” Ull touched my arm and my skin warmed instantly. “I just opted out of the service.”
    “The royal…oh.” I blinked. “Right. Odin. Then Thor. Then you.”
    “Then us,” Ull corrected.
    “Us. Of course.” I’d married into Asgardian royalty, and immortal warriors were tasked with picking up my perishables. “Well if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather we do our own grocery shopping back home.”
    “I concur. A little privacy goes a long way.” Ull trailed his finger down the back of my hand, leaving a trail of sparks in his wake. It felt like I’d been shocked. I jumped away, then shook my head. If I didn’t get control over my nerve endings soon, this honeymoon was going to be all kinds of embarrassing.
    “Sorry,” I murmured, stepping back into Ull’s arms. “My skin’s still a little over sensitive.”
    “There is no need to apologize. This must all seem very overwhelming. What do you say I leave you to your shower? Dinner will be waiting when you are ready.” Ull stepped out of the room, pausing in the doorway to give me a wink. “I do think you will appreciate the setup in there.”
    “Can’t wait.” I smiled, then grabbed my toiletry bag and scurried into the bathroom. Ull hadn’t been wrong—this room was every bit as magnificent as Ull’s bath at Ýdalir, with a generous six-headed shower and a separate jet-filled bathtub.
    My fingers were clammy as I undid the buttons on my dress and slid it off my shoulders. It fluttered to the floor, the beads clinking softly on the tile. With a twist of the knob, warm water rained from the showerheads. I stepped into the enclosure with a sigh. Steady streams hit my body from all sides. I let the warmth work through my stiff muscles, then reached for my toiletry bag and pulled out my razor. When I’d washed away eight hours of flight time, I grabbed a fluffy towel from the heated rack, and stepped out of the shower.
    I wasn’t sure what appropriate honeymoon attire was for a newly-anointed goddess on a private Asgardian island, so I grabbed a white sundress and gold strappy sandals, and hoped for the best. Then I shook my hair free from its messy half-updo, and tied it into a loose braid. As an afterthought, I took a hibiscus from the bowl by the sink and pinned it over my ear, then I sent a silent prayer to any god listening. There was no turning back now.
    I padded across the hardwood floors and out to the wraparound deck. Ull had set a table for two, complete with flickering tapers in silver candlesticks. I smiled shyly as he held out a chair. Somewhere along the way, he’d changed into island apparel too. He looked more beautiful than any human ever could. His thighs strained against khaki shorts that fell to his knees, and his white linen shirt was mostly unbuttoned, rendering my imagination useless. Thick, blond hair flopped over