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Chapter 8 I gave Loke a rundown of my entire morning as we walked back to my grandmother's house. He listened intently without interrupting, but drew me to a halt just before we climbed up onto the porch. "This urge to see Thorbjorn," he said. I expected to see his eyes dancing at me, but he looked, for once, completely serious. "What was that?" "I don't know," I said. Mjolner was squirming in my arms and I bent to let him go run through the dried remains of the herb garden. "Come on. Do better than that," he scoffed. "You've been under a compulsion spell, right? You've also followed magical feelings before. Was this like either of those?" "Maybe like the second one?" I said. "You don't sound sure," he said. "Maybe because I'm not sure," I said. "The feeling was strong as I went to