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Prologue

They stood around Luke Mars’s bed, looking down on him. Three women: one blond as the sun, one with hair blazing golden red as fire, and the last, whose hair and eyes were as dark as night. Luke was half-asleep and very confused. Three women in his bedroom was not unheard of, but not what he’d call an everyday occurrence, either. And it was strange—he couldn’t remember how they’d gotten there or why they were standing when he seemed to be...asleep, almost, and unable to move. They were speaking in low murmurs.

“Mine,” the dark one was saying. “I claim him for Odin.”

Odin? Now why is that familiar?

“No,” the redhead whispered. “Oh, no.”

“Too late,” the dark one said as she preened. “He’s mine.”

The blonde seemed sad, or maybe she was resigned. “A warrior, then. It is done.”

The voluptuous dark one began to chant in a sexy but also somehow eerie voice. “I’ll come for you by midnight steed, my weapon poised to do the deed...”

Luke wasn’t fully conscious, but stunning as the dark one might be, that didn’t sound all that good to him.

Who are these people? What the hell is going on?

And then the middle one, the redhead, bent down to him. He felt the brush of her hair on his cheek, breathed the incredible sweetness of her scent, the warmth of her breath. He felt a surge of pure desire in response to her touch, and through the sudden rush of blood in his head and other parts of his anatomy, he heard her murmur, “I’ll take care of you...”