I finally convinced Norene that it was time to head back home (and when exactly had I started thinking of a house on the dead side of town as my home?) after a long walk alongside the fence. I’d been told by many people that I was the most stubborn person they’d ever met—clearly, none of them had ever met Norene. To be fair, though, she wasn’t stubborn in the way you’d expect. Just selectively deaf and rather difficult to interrupt.
“Mistress Lukas! Mistress Rafferty!”
I turned stopped to turn around, giving the man who had spoken, the fae fellow with the over-large head who had brought us to see the draugr the last time a narrow-eyed look. “Who are you again?” I didn’t even try to be polite. I wanted to go home. I was tired. I was hungry. I just wanted to—no, I most definitely did not want to eat brains. Where had that thought come from? Fine, I’d been made a zombie, but I’d chosen the vegan lifestyle for a reason, and I wouldn’t let my new undead status change that.
“Jowan, Mistress Lucas, messenger for Master Stenberg,” the fae replied, seemingly unfazed by my bad temper. Considering who he worked for, I supposed that wasn’t terribly surprising.
“Right. What do you want, then?”
“Ooh, is it time to visit the draugr again?” Norene asked, letting out a delighted laugh. “He’s so interesting!”
Interesting. Well, that was one way to put it.
“Yes, Master Stenberg has requested a meeting with Mistress Lucas. You are, of course, invited along as well.” He gave Norene a smile that was probably meant to be charming, but only came across as a little creepy.
Maybe I was being unfair. But I was feeling bad-tempered at the moment, and it was far easier to take it out on the draugr’s messenger than Norene. She would make me feel guilty, and that was worse. Still, when I spoke again, my tone slipped into one of tired resignation. “What does he want this time?”
“I am only a messenger, of course, but I believe he has correspondence of some sort to pass along to you?”
My bad mood vanished in an instant. “From the living side?” I bounced a little on my toes, unconsciously mimicking Norene’s excited mannerism.
“As I said, I am only a messenger.” The apologetic look on his face appeared as false as the smile, but I no longer cared. What else could he mean by ‘correspondence’? “I am hardly privy to the details of Master Stenberg’s business dealings.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let’s go!” My tiredness gone and hunger shunted to one side in favour of my growing excitement, I seized Norene’s hand and dragged her in the direction of the draugr’s house, not bothering to check if the fae messenger followed.
Finally, I was getting somewhere. I could only hope.