The cold silence in the room was broken by a brittle cackle that caused shivers to run down Morgaine’s spine. Morgaine’s cold skin went paper white as a cruel voice sneered, “How quaint. You choose to champion those that would forsake you.”
Seeing no living person in the room with her Morgaine boldly proclaimed, “Lord Loki, you have tainted a place sacred to my people.”
“Well played, child. Honestly though if your Gods found this place sacred, they would have detected me sooner,” Loki sneered at her.
“My Gods are often busy,” Morgaine replied confidently.
“Really? Doing what? Watching over you and that useless drunk? Surely they have more important things to do,” Loki taunted cruelly.
Morgaine’s nose flared and her cinnamon eyes raged at the insult. “At least my Gods will step into the light,” Morgaine snapped.
Loki nodded his dark head before taunting, “I don’t see them here now.” This whole time a small sneer never left his lips.
Morgaine pulled herself erect before assuring Loki, “They never leave.”
For the first time in this conversation anger colored Loki’s pale face. “Your Gods are antiquated, you childish barbarian,” Loki yelled in anger.
At this statement the raven that never left Morgaine’s shoulder cawed angrily, ushering a freezing wind into the ice cavern.
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