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She felt the ice in her throat, then this was it. She was going to die and at the hands of Loki. Well hopefully she had enough vodka in the afterlife or it was going to be a long afterlife. She kissed Loki back before giving in, this was it. Hello afterlife.

Suddenly the ice was gone, she gasped in a breath of air before a knife came down and pierced her stomach like a balloon.

As soon as the knife came down on his back, he disappeared, vanished in thin air, letting his hold on Casey slip. He reappeared in his true form behind Kaite and laughed. He held out a hand and pulled the knife out of Casey with his magic and brought it to him. The god held it to Katie’s throat.

“And who do I have the pleasure of meeting today?” 

Oh. Shit.

Katie just stared wide-eyed at Casey, her face going pale as she realized what she’d done. Giving Loki a sidelong glance over her shoulder, she closed her eyes and slowly started to slide her hand into her pocket to grab her phone.

“Her best friend.” Like hell she was going to give him her name.

She looked down at the wound in her stomach and moaned in pain. Well fuck, she couldn’t even get a break for one minute. “Leave her the fuck alone, Loki.” She gasped in pain, trying to stop the bleeding. “You’re nothing but a fucking coward.” She coughed up blood and spit it onto the bed.

A window broke as a wolf jumped through. He tackled Loki and pushed Kate away from the God with his back legs. “What do you think you’re doing, Loki?” He growled. His jaws clamped around his father’s throat. “Give me a reason not to bite your head off right now.”