TYR

“I’m waiting.”

The words left my lips quietly, but they were heavy enough to fill the entire room. I stood there, watching Kai. He sat by the table, clasped his hands together, and glued his eyes to the floor. His shoulders were tense, trembling faintly under the dim light of the chamber.

He didn’t look up. “I was confused,” he said at last. “Frustrated. Mad at the world. Mad at myself. Mad at the gods.” He let out a hollow laugh. “Because not only was my mate a man, ...