TYR

She didn’t try to hide it. Aadan stood with her back straight, her shoulders thrown back like a queen who’d finally remembered the throne that fate had stolen from her.

“You always thought the power belonged to you and Eigil,” she said, her eyes bright with something like triumph. “You were wrong. It belonged to me. I was meant to rule.

I send the messages; I open the doors. I called Froky when I wanted the leverage. I bent pieces to my will so that I might finally take what ...