Chapter 9My phone rings, calling me back from the trance. It is the normal ring, so I know it’s not Bronwyn calling. Rather, it is my personal assistant.
“Loki,” he says when I answer, “I’m pulling up in the car now.”
“Thank you, Jason. Now have the maître d’ call you a cab and leave the keys at the desk,” I tell him. “All the other arrangements are in place?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Great,” I say, knowing I’m cutting him off from his next sentence. “That is all I require today.”
“I – Loki... wait, what –“
I hang up on him before he even gets the question out. I know he’s confused. The problem is I can’t answer his questions when I can’t even answer my own.
I return to looking out the window, watching the human ants scurry around below. It is tempting, you know, to let this world mangle itself
