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I Bring the Fire Part I: Wolves

“Good idea,” he says. “How did you light them so quickly? Electricity?”
Turning back, she points at her head. “With the power of my mind.”
Brow furrowing, he says, “Don’t toy with me,” and waves a hand. Beneath the table Fenrir
barks.
Amy turns around; the other room is dark. She peers around the corner; all the candles are
extinguished. She’s not even bothered anymore.
She looks back at the table. Thor is already standing up with the plate of ham in one hand, and
the loaf of bread in the other. He’s not smiling.
“Pleasant dreams!” she says.
He nods at her. “Likewise.”
She shrugs, “They already are!”
After Thor’s out the door, she heads up the stairs to her bedroom. To her surprise, her
grandmother is standing on the landing in her pink nightgown, looking towards the door Thor
just exited.
“Sounded like you had a lot of fun chatting with Hoenir’s friend,” she says, eyes narrowing to
slivers.
Amy just snorts.
Chapter 6
Amy does have more dreams later that night. They aren’t as pleasant and she has trouble
falling to sleep again. In desperation, she pulls Fenrir up near her pillow. Still, she doesn’t go to
sleep until the very early morning. When she wakes up, it is to Fenrir whimpering by the door.
She blinks at the light and then does a double take. It must be nearly noon.
Amy gets up quickly, dresses, and heads down to the kitchen. Beatrice has her apron on and is
leaning over the sink washing dishes. She smiles up at Amy. “Good morning, Dear.”
Thor is sitting at the table, in his retro outfit, a Chicago Transit Authority map spread out in
front of him. How did he get invited to breakfast? Or brunch, or whatever.
“Good morning,” he says. He looks like the guy she remembers from the police station. A
little rumpled, shoulders not quite square, expression soft. The sort of shy guy who filled her
with trust. He doesn’t look like the mischievous guy in her dream last night, the one who turned
himself into an Amazon, or the guy in the armor.
She blinks as she lets Fenrir out the back door. The kitchen is flooded with warm yellow light.
 
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