I kept my ass in the chair and gave Mariam squinty eyes.

She sighed. “The name of this artifact means ‘strength belt’ or ‘power belt’ in Old Norse. Some know it as the Girdle of Might.”

“So, what, it makes people exceptionally strong?”

“It was said that the Megingjörð Belt doubled the strength of Thor himself.”

“Yikes.” If it doubled the strength of a god, what would it do in the hands of a paranormal with a grudge? My mind presented me with the thought of someone like Veronica with the belt and I shuddered. The witch had been crazy and powerful enough.

I took out my phone and opened the notes app. “Where was it stolen from?”

“My office.”

I gaped at her. No wonder she was barely giving me any of the information I needed. Mariam had fucked up.

“My king had asked for it to be kept safe in this world, as he is currently having some… issues with his enemies.” She waved her hand in the air. “There have long been rumors that the belt can also increase the owner’s natural power along with strength. Those rumors are false, but symbols have their own power, and the seelie king found it more convenient to remove the symbol completely.”

“You tried it, didn’t you?” I gave her a wink and she merely sniffed and said nothing. The fae couldn’t lie, and she simply shrugged, leaning back in her chair.

“Ogma’s Amulet went missing next.”

“Ogma?”

Mariam’s expression said she found my knowledge of the gods wanting. I waited her out.

“Ogma is the Dagda’s brother. He’s also Lugh’s half-brother.”

I raised my eyebrows. Even I had heard of Lugh and the Dagda. Like the two main families in any soap opera, they cultivated infidelity, revenge, and plenty of drama. Only this soap opera involved incredible power.

Mariam nodded at whatever she saw on my face. “Ogma invented Ogham, which was used to create the old Irish alphabet.”

“Okay, so what does the amulet do?”

“It provides the owner with great knowledge. Knowledge that is confidential and priceless. However, only those with fae or demon blood may use it.”

I frowned at that. “Demon blood?” She clamped her lips shut and I almost rolled my eyes. “So it’s knowledge about the fae, huh?”

She stared at me. I heroically held back a smirk. “How did the amulet go missing?”

“The amulet’s power works in a unique way. While not quite sentient, it has often gone missing over the centuries, always finding its way to the one who needs its knowledge the most.”

“But it hasn’t shown up?”

“No. We would know if the amulet had been activated and used, as it then would have made its way back to us. Instead, it is still missing. We would not have worried, except that the other artifacts are missing as well.”

I entered the amulet into my phone.