Poppy’s POV

“What is your name?” I asked the human apprentice. I had just asked King Thurston to step outside since I believed she would be more helpful if only I spoke to her, and not Erik’s incredibly intimidating father.

We’d been in the Myrkrson longhouse for about a day and a half. I didn’t want to be too far from Erik because I wanted to be here when he woke up. The human captive had been silent, tied to a chair for a better part of that time. ...