He bit the word off and ground his jaw, face twitching. He lowered his head, defeated. ‘What did Karl say?’ I couldn’t tell you where along the way I’d started to care about the Norseman’s story. Caring was never my strong suit. Perhaps it was the weeks together on the road that had done it, or more likely some side effect of the curse that chained us together, but I found myself hurting with him, and I didn’t like it one bit.
