TYR

“He’s been poisoned, my king.”

I’d never wanted to bolt out of the witches’ chambers this fast.

I froze. The air in the chamber felt suddenly smaller, pressing like nails against my chest.

Kai lay bare-chested on the stone table. For the first few hours after we got back, his skin went pale, and dark veins crawled faintly beneath the surface. And now, it seemed to have gotten worse.

The mother witch’s hands hovered above his ribs while light spilled from her palms like ...