itself faded away as they pulled up in front of the red door.
Red, just like my lucky underpants ,Buzz thought. The luckiest color there is. What a joke.
âBuzz, you should know that Iâve had an expert squad combing Tangley Woods for the last hour or so.â Uncle Markâs face looked yellow and mottled under the harsh street lamps. âAll off the record, of course.â He frowned, deep lines wrinklinghis forehead. âMy squad members do not feel the need to ask questions. They are looking as a favor to me. But they texted me to say there is no sign of this tree you were talking about.â His fingers splayed across the steering wheel. âIt doesnât exist.â
Buzz opened his mouth, ready to say that there must be some mistake, but all words seemed to have emptied from his brain. He just nodded instead.
âBuddy, you need to get yourself some rest.â The furrows in Uncle Markâs brow got deeper. âItâs Saturday tomorrow. Have yourself a lie-in. And go easy on your dad, okay? Heâs doing the best he can.â Uncle Mark squeezed Buzzâs shoulder reassuringly. His hand was warm.
Buzzâs only reply was to open the car door and walk back toward the house, the whole time wishing he was about to face a dragon instead of his father.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Saturday Pancakes
B uzz yawned and rubbed at his eyes, which felt like they were full of grit. He reached for his phone to check the time but cursed as he noticed the bubble that blobbed wetly behind the dead screen. âThanks a bunch, Theo,â Buzz said to the quiet room.
He rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling. His tired, sore eyes traced the painted constellations of stars that stretched above him.
His gaze lingered on the big dipper.
Some called it Odinâs Wagon.
The fact dropped like a pebble into a still pond, sending powerful ripples out.
He focused on the ceiling again, remembering when heâd painted it with Mum and Tia the day he turned six. Theyâdwaited for the Prof to join them all day before starting, but he hadnât come home from Tangley Woods. It was the day Buzz had started to hate mythology. The day he realized that his fatherâs obsession left no room for family.
Some called it Odinâs Wagon.
Newer memories of the dragon, Sunna, and Eleanor Bright slammed into him, chasing away the sad childhood reminiscence.
But were these memories just fantasy?
âOkay,â he said out loud. âLast night I saw a woman being kidnapped by a dragon. True or false?â
True , the voice in his head responded straightaway. You can even smell the dragon in your nose stillâbrimstone and mulch. Itâs true. You just need to believe it.
âBut whatâs the real evidence?â Buzz shot back, and the voice in his head did not answer because it knew there were no witnesses other than him and Mary.
He swung his legs out of bed and rested his feet on the wooden floor, welcoming the coolness of the creaky planks . He held on to the sensation and forced himself to think logically . I hit my head yesterday. Hard. And I havenât slept properly for weeks. His toes dug into the wood . âSo maybe I made the whole thing up.â He nodded. âMaybe I did hallucinate about a dragon, a missing weatherwoman, and a Norse god with a grudge.â He dug his toes even deeper into the wood, the nails scratching the varnish. Mary had been talking about Loki just before they went into the woods . Thatâs why the name Loki was even in my head.
Buzz touched the gash at his temple, feeling the roughness of gauze and underneath it the contours of the scab that had formed overnight. The doctor who had dressed the wound the previous evening had told Buzz and the Prof not to worry. âIt was quite a whack,â she said. âBut I donât think you need an overnight stay in the hospital. Just make sure you get rest anddrink lots of water.â
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