TYR

The letter from Magnikka sat on the table between Kai and me like it had a life of its own. The wax seal had been broken, but I could still see Froky’s sigil stamped faintly into the parchment. My jaw tightened every time my eyes landed on it.

“A meeting,” Kai said again, as though repeating it would dull the edge of what it meant. His voice was calm, but there was a shadow under it. “He requests an audience at the borderlands. Neutral ground, he writes. That alone should put us ...