TEN
The Faire was in full swing when we returned, the center aisle positively crammed with people. I could hear gasps of awe and applause coming from the main tent as Peter or Kurt and Karl did their magic acts.
“I suppose I should find Imogen and see if there’s been any word on my Vikingahärta.”
“She will no doubt be busy reading rune stones.”
“True. I suppose it’ll have to wait until later.” I stopped next to my mother’s stall, worry suddenly consuming me.
Ben, holding my hand, knew what I was thinking. His fingers tightened around mine now, offering comfort just by his touch. “Your mother is not only a woman not to be trifled with—she’s also a powerful Wiccan. I know you are worried about Loki, but I can’t see him wishing to engage in a battle with her for no reason other than to h
