TYR

“Eat and keep shut.”

The words left my mouth heavier than intended, but Kai barely looked up from his plate. He stared into the bowl of soup as though it contained all the world’s answers. The food had gone cold. His spoon hung between his fingers, motionless.

He had been talking about Zuri since this morning. About how maybe she could visit Bjord three times every week and how he could convince her that the air here was gentler and the people less dramatic.

I let him ramble for a ...