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
