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Chapter 10
Chapter 10 "Luke," I said. "Actually, it's Loke," he said, brushing off the back of his pants as he got up from her perch on the stone wall of the well. "Loki?" I said. "No, Loke," he said, enunciating the vowels carefully. "Luke is my name for when I'm down there cosplaying as a normie." "Still, you're named for the trickster god, right?" I said. "First of all, my parents named me that when I was born," he said. "Secondly, do you expect every guy you meet who's named Jesús to be particularly saintly?" "I've only known one back at the diner I worked at in St. Paul," I said. "And he definitely wasn't saintly. Fun to work with, though." "Well, there you go," Loke said. "Let's say that's what I aspire to. Not like my namesake, but still fun." "I get the sense my grandmother doesn't r
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