The answer to his question lit her anger all over again. She brought the knuckles of one hand to her palm and cracked them rather loudly. It had been ages since she'd done it, and the only reason she could do it now was because of Thor's blood. But she wasn't seeing him when her fangs popped.
"Someone thought it would be wise to pull my youngest sister's soul from Valhalla and in slave it. To get to me. To make me do something they wanted to do, but being their maker they could not force me. Now they're beneath the slab of a very big shiny new building. Their book is mine, and the important parts of that spell no longer exist."
Bryn closed her eyes and forced the oxygen she didn't need into her lungs. Her fangs clicked back into their sheath. And any vampiristic bloodlust was gone.
"I wasn't always a what some would consider a good person. But I've always done what felt right to me. But mess with my family, take them from a well earned rest, and what is 'right' is beneath vengeance."