We reached the rear of the chariot in no time. The King of the Underworld conjured a hellfire wind and lifted us to the center of the racing chariot. Marigold turned to stare at us before her wide green eyes alighted on my big, round belly. During the final duel, my son had grown a few more inches. “Good hunting, little sis.” Loki grinned at her. “My queen and my son want to ride the chariot. What they want, they’ll get.”
