"Of course it ist a trap," Svalin said. "I wouldst do the same. The way to deal with traps and ambushes ist to rush in and spring them."
Svalin shook her head. "Nay. We hath not seen Asleif, but Alfveror doth accuse her of being a traitor to Asgard." It turned her stomach to think her sister was a traitor.
Suddenly it felt like reality had lurched sideways and a moment later the spell holding them in the fae realm disintegrated. They were standing in the corresponding spot in the real Asgard.
"What wast that?"
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