Chapter 3I pull to the curb of the sickly-sweet neighborhood which cloaks the Ataraxis Tavern and get out. With a click of the button on my fob, I lock the Lamborghini. Oh yes, even in this little-too-perfect section of town, I doubt that crime is non-existent.
Even if I didn’t have to worry about upper-middle class teenage boys trying to be bad, there is still a satyr fairy that might be angry. No sense taking that chance.
As I walk down the alley, I transform into my cloak and bring my scepter to hand.
A fowl squawk draws my attention to the left. Muninn and Huginn sit in a tree and watch me as I approach. Is Odin able to read my thoughts? Is this a condition of my parole I hadn’t previously noticed? Why else would Odin’s ravens be here ahead of me?
I’m tempted to freeze them, turn t
