ZURI

Tears streamed down my face, no matter how many times I tried to wipe them away. My throat burned from calling Tyr’s name through the mark, but nothing ever came back. I had pressed, pleaded, and clawed at the cursed chain around my neck until my skin was raw. Nothing.

I sank against the cold wall of the cell, my hands trembling as I pressed them over the faint glow of the mark on my arm. “Please,” I whispered. “Please hear me.”

Silence answered me. Silence and the hollow echo ...