They couldn't believe their eyes. Caster — who had first appeared as a hologram to tell them about Midgard — was now standing in their soon-to-be home. This time he wasn't wearing the robe from before; he wore a black executive suit with a white tie at his throat. His hair was pitch black and seemed to glow in the light. A chain with a cross at the end looped like a bangle across his arms.
Greg was about to open his mouth to welcome him when Caster rose smoothly and took control of the room.
"Welcome to your new home!" he announced.
"Thanks," they chorused, dripping with sarcasm.
"Caster, right?" Bray asked, uncertain.
"Yours truly," Caster said, confidence in every syllable.
Jamie's eyes locked on him. Caster was one of the managers at Midgard — one of the beings Jamie thought he might one day have to kill to deliver justice.
"You've been here the whole time?" Bray pressed, suspicion bleeding through.
