The scene is replayed over and over in my mind. The graceful form, the blue dress, the platinum hair, all of it aglow as the spirit of perfection imbued within Freyja.

As soon as the necklace changes hands, she gets up from her table and floats over to me and takes the necklace as quickly as I got it from Loki. It's almost surreal.

Loki's chatter brings me back.

"I want my money back." I tell him.

He offers some bantering about a deal is a deal and quickly dismisses himself. Leaving me to deal with the situation.

After Loki and Sigyn leave, I look around. I throw my napkin down on my plate and storm out of the restaurant.