ZURI

I couldn’t keep still. My feet dragged me back and forth from one corner of the chamber to another, my bare toes brushing the cold stone as if pacing could calm the storm inside me. It didn’t. Every beat of my heart reminded me that today was the day Tyr was supposed to come for me.

Isolde’s words from the night before clung to me like a cloak. She had sat with me long after the lamps burned low, telling me that I had strength enough to hold the world if I chose, that the coven ...