TYR

“It’s the only way,” Kai said quietly. His voice carried a weight that filled the room, even though he barely raised it. He stood across from me, by the open window, where the early evening wind toyed with the loose ends of his shirt. “If we want progress anytime soon, this is it. If we want to stop waiting for darkness to strike first, this is it, Tyr.”

I didn’t answer. I was staring at Zuri’s letter spread open on the table. The parchment looked worn, smudged in places ...