CHAPTER 5
If I dreamed about the Ase rune or anything else, I had no memory of it. I woke to the smell of bacon and the sound of pans rattling around in the kitchen louder than the murmur of voices.
Voices. Plural. Odd was still with us.
Mjolner stretched and yawned, pushing at the back of my head with his six-toed paws. Clearly, he wanted me out of his bed. I got up and got dressed, made a stab at brushing out my red curls, then gave up when the growing static electricity made that almost painful. I opted to smash a beanie over it instead and headed downstairs.
My grandmother and Odd were both sitting at the breakfast table. Odd was alternating shoveling food in his mouth with pontificating on something. His ancient Villmarker Norse accent was so thick it was easy to tune him out as I
