TYR

“Tyr.”

My name broke through the silence of the night. My eyes snapped open as a searing bolt of pain shot down my arm.

I grunted and latched onto it, digging into the flesh as if I could tear the burning away. My teeth clenched so hard I thought they’d break. The mark pulsed like it was alive, dragging fire into my veins, spreading into my chest, then climbing into my skull until my head throbbed like it might split open.

I squeezed my eyes shut and cursed, rocking on the edge ...