Chapter 1No one goes up against Loki, Norse god of mischief. It just isn’t done.
Imagine my surprise that someone has dared to make a play against me. Now, like pieces on a chess board, it’s my turn. I only wish I could make my next move a grand one. Unfortunately, it’s more important that I presently secure my position.
So let’s play.
“I have a bridge to sell you,” I say into my phone as I stand outside what was once my home and sanctuary. My Rolls Royce Phantom, the year’s newest model, sits in the brick driveway. I don’t think the realtor on the other end of the line is getting my point. “No, really, I have a bridge and I need to sell it along with the ten acres surrounding it. Do you have a dollar?”
I think she is about to hang up on me.
“Trust me, Mrs. Falsworth.” Only to a being
