Chapter 8My house smells like polished wood and has a lingering scent of pine burnt in the fireplace. Home. I want to do a little giddy happy dance, but with Jason there I refrain. I kick off my shoes so that I can feel the textured tile under my feet. Even through my socks, it feels delightfully cool. My house. I can’t wait until I have a moment to lie face down on the faux white fur rug or to return my runes to the table. But that all has to wait.
Jason has never been down into the basement of my house, so this is a new experience for him. I hear him oohing and awing behind me as he peeks into cabinets and discovering all the treasures I have acquired over the centuries.
I open the briefcase and take out the snowman totem in its jar. This I put where the others sit empty on the counte
