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I glanced down at Loki’s map to check my bearings. “We’re going to try to avoid encountering any fae,” I said, before setting off through the trees. “Works for me,” Belial said, as he kept pace with me. “How long has it been since you were last here?” “A little over a year.” “Do you miss it?” “Sometimes. Being a messenger to Faerie gave me a purpose, at least. A chance to prove my mixed heritage was useful in some way.” “Did you grow up here?” he asked. I was surprised by all his questions. Was he really interested in hearing all this? “No, my mother was killed by a rival in the Summer Court when I was a baby, and I don’t remember her at all. I grew up mostly with Fenrir and my brothers on Earth, but I visited my Winter Court family members a lot as a child. But I’ve never really bee
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