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probably kill me. But you haven’t. You saved my life. You rescued me. You really are just like one of those heroes from the books I’m not supposed to read.”
    “Any scenario where I’m the hero has it all wrong, sweetheart.” By Valhalla, she had the balls of a Berserker, but the naivety of a Saxony princess. There was something both fierce and fragile about her.
    “Really? I guess you’ll have to prove that.” Suddenly, the vulnerable girl was gone and in her place was a woman ready to fight tooth and nail for her ideals. He wasn’t sure how she did that.
    “I caved a man’s head in. You still have blood on your face. I kidnapped you.” He enumerated his crimes.
    Then he wondered if he was trying to convince her or himself. Why did he want her to think he was a bad man? As long as she thought he was some kind of hero, she’d be easy to manage.
    The thought sat heavy and dark in his gut like a bad shank of meat.
    “He was trying to hurt me. And if you’d left me on Hel, you know how that would’ve ended. Do you think my father would want me after that? No.” She shook her head in a small motion. “Even now, he might try to find me if the news blasters find out what’s happened. But, if not? He’ll figure he’s well-rid of me.”
    “Why does your father treat you like one of the Saxony? Your mother was the great Valkyrie Eir. You have her eyes. You must have more that is like her. Yet, you are subservient, second-class. On my planet, you would never be treated thusly.”
    “On your planet, I would have two babes clutching my ankles, and one on the teat.”
    He considered her for a moment and thought that wouldn’t be a bad thing. Except he knew that wasn’t the right answer. He may have been a knuckle-dragging Berserker, but he did know how to deal with the women. Treat them like men. Like people. Pretty simple, actually. “Only if that’s what you chose.”
    She laughed. “So I hear. But if that’s the case, why would my mother have ever chosen Odin Lokison?”
    “I wouldn’t know the answer to that. Valkyries marry for many reasons. Probably because she wanted you.”
    “Then why would she leave again?”
    “To fill her purpose in the ‘verse.”
    She laughed, but it was a bitter sound. “Her purpose. Yet, I have none. Only to make alliances for my father.”
    “When this is over, I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”
    “Really?” She turned to face him again, her sweet ass shimmying against his cock.
    “Gods, woman. What did I tell you?”
    She bit her lip. “That you like it.”
    Valhalla help me , he thought for the second time. Because if Valhalla couldn’t, he was sure Hel would.
    He grabbed her hips and dragged her forward so she was perched so intimately atop his erection, that there could be no doubt of what she was doing to him. Her eyes widened and she’d bitten her lip so often that it was swollen, bee-stung, and irresistible.
    Her little claws dug into his shoulder like a kneading cat and her tiny little scratches, he couldn’t explain it, but something about it pushed him past whatever limits he thought he could maintain.
    In the middle of the far reaches of space, Magnus the Destroyer wasn’t terrorizing the Saxon System or pursuing his revenge.  He was giving a pretty virgin her first kiss.

Chapter Three
    Magnus the Destroyer indeed earned his namesake, but it wasn’t for ravaging towns, or women. It was for destroying a fantasy.
    And when compared to the real thing, it was a pale, strange creature destined to die a cold death and then burn to ash in the glaring intensity of the real thing.
    His kiss was both everything she’d imagined, and nothing like it at all.
    Mercy couldn’t conceive of a thing like this—the fire of a thousand suns condensed into one man’s lips. It wasn’t possible. Yet here she burned.
    In her most heated imaginings, she’d never felt like this. She was the silliest of girls, but she couldn’t bring herself too much