TYR

“Kai, learn to knock!”

My voice was sharper than I meant, but the fool was already crashing through my door like a drunk soldier. I’d heard the turn of the knob and immediately knew that it was him, because no other person would have the guts to barge into my quarters like that.

He nearly tripped on the edge of the rug and slammed into the chamber, panting, his arms flailing like some bird out of rhythm. He looked at me with his eyes wide open and tried to open his mouth to speak ...