Chapter 4
I don't know what was in the tea my grandmother had given me, but never in my life have I woken up so clear-headed and wide awake. I was super alert, and I hadn't even had any coffee yet. I reached up and pulled the bandage off my head then touched the normal contours of my temple.
It was like nothing had ever happened at all.
Except that someone named Lisa was probably still dead.
Then I remembered telling a room full of people that I had seen a Viking. I felt my cheeks flush just at the memory. That couldn't possibly have happened. What was more likely was that I had seen someone there, some hipster lumberjack type, and thinking back on it later, I had tainted the memory with the latent Norse myth imagery my brain always soaked in.
I mean, nearly everything I drew had a Vi
