TYR

It had been exactly a week. A week of waiting. A week of watching her. A week of patience, though every bone in my body wanted to demand, to push, to peel her secrets open until nothing was left hidden.

But Zuri had asked for time, and I gave it to her. Patience, I told myself, would get me further than force. And today was the day she was ready.

If the witches succeeded, they would reach into the depths of my soul and hers, pull out what lay buried, and show her who she truly was. ...