Chapter 13After a moment of silence, Jason stands and collects the tea service onto the wooden platter. “So if you didn’t know about me, Loki, what brings you here tonight? If not the Fleece, then why are you here.”
Sad anger hits me again. For a moment within Jason’s story, I had been able to forget. Now I return to my own loss. “I was attacked by a phoenix tonight,” I note after I follow Jason into his kitchen and let the spring-hinged door fall closed behind us.
In here, the clean counters are made up of little white tiles. His refrigerator and stove are both white. Yet most of the other appliances—can opener, microwave, toaster oven, coffee maker—are all black. It’s a stark contrast, very bland and spartan, as if he wants functionality over emotional investment. I can’t help but to t
