Book Six: Chapter 102

Holly, however, had managed to sit down right next to him, her petite body occasionally pressing against his when either of them would shift. He thought he caught her looking at him more than once, and knew better than to just dismiss it.

When the others joined them, Tink promptly found a chair off to the side and crawled into it before passing out.

“What’s her deal?” Mike asked. “She okay?”

“She drank booze made for magical reindeer last night,” Kisa said. “The hangover is very real this morning.”

“I’m surprised it didn’t kill her,” Mrs. Claus said, then got up to get Tink a pillow. The old woman seemed rejuvenated, but when Mike examined her magic once more, he saw that a couple of tiny threads had already come undone. While he may have extended the woman’s lifespan with his stunt earlier, they were definitely on a time limit.

“So I have a question,” he said once Mrs. Claus returned to her seat. “You mentioned someone called Jólakötturinn, Grýla, and