Lamashtu. Or the Consortium. Or the Mothman. No shortage of suspects who could have cursed Daji and ruined such an important night. To say nothing of what they've done to my mate, my wife, and my love.
I'm going to strangle someone. Demon, god, monster, it makes no difference. And I'll do it myself, with my bare hands. No one does this to my wife in my home.
The gods all seem to understand. Loki looks at me with more sympathy than I've ever seen from him. There's a hardness in his eyes, a suggestion that whoever did this will pay, in ways they can't even imagine. In ways I probably wouldn't want to know. I don't care. Whatever Loki wants to dish out, I'll buy the man a barrel of mead afterwards.
Pius performs all kinds of tests on Daji, with every god jumping in to help. The fury on their faces sends chills down my spine and warms my heart.
