TYR

I tried my best to be considerate and not think about the mark, but it didn’t work.

The morning was cold and quiet. It was the kind of quiet that clung to the stone walls of Bjord like a shadow. I enjoyed it. After partying through the night, the men were probably exhausted, and the people were drunk to their bones.

I walked through the corridors with heavy steps. It was still very early and dark outside. When I reached the witches’ quarters, the scent of burning sage and dried ...