Chapter 22

"You did what?" I asked, keeping an eye on the carpenter fixing the door as I questioned Claire.

"I said I put an ad in the paper for a roommate."

"I thought we agreed not to."

"No, you argued we shouldn't, and I said we should." Claire might freeze in the face of predators and dangers, but she had no problem standing up to her friend.

"What of our lifestyle?" I waved a hand around, unable to speak freely because of the carpenter.

"No worries. I already thought of that, which is why I placed it in The Hel Times."

"The what?"

"Newspaper distributed in Valhalla."

Valhalla was for Vikings who died in battle, and only one kind of woman resided there. Not the kind I wanted living in close proximity.

I leaned close to my friend and hissed, "You did not seriously place an ad for a Valkyrie. They are violent."

"True," Claire admitted. "But at the same time, they are not around often from what I hear, because they're always off doing battle and stuff."