“Where have you been?” Loki clipped out. Darcy avoided his eyes, knowing the moment they made contact he’d be able to analyze the entire situation.

Darcy would be damned if she felt an ounce of regret or guilt, she had needs too. The ex-villain had made it perfectly clear how trivial human matters were so Darcy had pushed away any thoughts of a relationship with the God of Mischief.

He was taking in her disheveled appearance and then inhaled deeply, finally connecting the dots. Darcy finally met his steely stare – her cheeks burning scarlet.

Jealousy seemed to consume him then.