chapter 97

“In which case, why would the thralls give her the magic she would need to throw a wrench into their plans?” Nathan grimaces and curses under his breath.

“I’m going to write this…” Hannah says, uncapping a new marker and turning back to the whiteboard. “…in blue… so we know… it’s unsubstantiated…”

When she turns back, the “moonstone” entry has a color-coded bullet point that reads: “humans”.

“Fantastic,” Ryan exclaims. “This gives us a direction to move in.”He reaches across the table and grabs a notebook and pen. “Make fun of Hannah all you want, Bailey, but look. She brought paper.”

“Paper can be destroyed,” Nathan muses. “Good idea, Hannah.”

She gives me a playful little smirk.

I laugh and gesture at the board. “Okay. Now, let’s talk about this Tyr and Fenrir thing. I admit, I’m not the expert in mythology here, but they never boned down, that I can recall. What’s the point of symbolically making them have a baby?”

“Good point.” Hannah writes, “Not literal symbolism” as a bullet po