Chapter 5I can’t be a free agent on this one.
The boy is so young, too young. I can’t let him be exposed to the wraith. That is one image which never leaves the mind of someone from Midgard. Other transdimensional beings and even gods are easy to pass off with doubt. But there is something about wraiths... I must work quickly.
“Let’s read this together,” I say as I hold the card up for him to read.
“Instwuctions?” he asks.
“Exactly. Here.” I point at the words on the card. “For help, call Loki.”
“For help, call Loki,” he repeats. “Are you Loki?” There is such innocence in his voice. He has no mythological basis built into him yet to understand who I am, to believe he should dread me. There is only trust.
“I am,” I reply.
“Are we in twouble? Danger?”
His words, his little voice, b
