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Chapter Two
A Frey in My Side

We tore through the night along dark country roads. Wind slammed against the pickup. Rain lashed the windshield. I didn’t know how my mom could see anything, but she kept her foot on the gas.
Every time there was a flash of lightning, I looked at Baden sitting in the backseat and I wondered if I’d gone insane, or if he was wearing a robe, cone-shaped hat, and elf shoes.
All I could think to say was, “So, you and my dad . . . know each other?”
Baden’s eyes flitted to the rearview mirror, though there were no cars behind us. “Yeah, sure,” he said. “We work together.”
“Oh . . . so what exactly do you do?”
“That doesn’t matter right now.”
“Then why—”
“The less you know, the fewer monsters you’ll attract,” Baden said, like that should be perfectly obvious. “At least that’s what it says in the book.”
“Monsters—wait a minute, what do you mean?”
The howling rose up again somewhere behind us, closer than before. Whatever was chasing us was still on our trail.
“Aiden,” my mom said, “there’s too much to explain and not enough time. We have to get you to safety.”
“Safety from what? Who’s after me?”
“Oh, nobody much,” Baden said. “Just Frey and a few of his minions.”
“Baden!”
“Sorry, Mrs. Greene. Could you drive faster, please?”
I tried to wrap my mind around what was happening, but I couldn’t do it. I knew this wasn’t a dream. My eyes were open.
Mom made a hard right. We turned sharply onto a narrow road, racing past darkened houses and wooded hills and

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