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“Forget your loyalty to this man. He is not even your kin—you share no blood.” Silla’s gaze bounced from the stranger back to her father. His eyes met hers, and she saw it—confirmation, regret, and, most chillingly, fear.
Heh ?!
It was always nothing. But one of these times, it might be something. A grimwolf or a bear or a vampire deer or, worse, a man.
Preach
“Pain means we’re alive,”
Only one of the great Volsik line had survived the sacking of Sunnavík—five-year-old Princess Saga, raised as Ivar’s ward and future bride for his son Bjorn.
Hmmmmm
Of course, ample sólas and the threat of a slit throat had ensured that Queen Signe’s interest in the Galdra would never reach her husband’s ears. What King Ivar would do should he realize that his own wife broke his laws, that she had stolen hundreds of Galdra away for her own purposes, Skraeda could not guess.
“I won’t lie to you,” Silla lied.
lol rip
As Silla tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear, she stumbled over a rock. With a laugh, she turned back toward the rock. Jonas choked as he heard the word sorry leave her lips. “Malla’s tits,” muttered Rey, dragging a hand down his face. “Tell me she did not just apologize to a rock.”
“And I wonder if the dowdy dresses and act of innocence are a trick, because good, sweet girls do not have a tongue as sharp and wicked as yours. And merciful gods, Silla. I am no good man, because all I can think of is drawing you into my furs and discovering what else that tongue is capable of.”
“What are you doing? Jonas, I—” The words dissolved on her tongue as he planted his hands on either side of her head, caging her in. Jonas leaned down, his breathing ragged. “I’m going after what I want.”
Silla wondered how she’d find Hekla.
Ugh she’s gonna find Jonas in bed
“Best of luck with that. As far as I know, they’re all man-boys.”
“You’ve broken me…bewitched me…I know nothing except that I am miserable. All I can think of are your lips, the smell of your hair. How you felt in my arms, the way you made me feel so alive.”
“I thought if I bedded her, I could push you from my mind. But I did not go through with it. I could not…”
Oh bless I forgive you
She told them she was an”—she searched for the word—“Ashbringer. I do not even know what such a thing is, but I do know my mother was not it. She was no Galdra.”
Whelp
Silla stepped back, then turned on her heel.
Are you … stupid ???
“Would that please you, to walk behind my horse, little princess?” asked Skraeda. Silla’s hand paused. “Oh…you know now. I pulled rather hard that time. Was that your worst fear, Eisa Volsik?”
lol called that
Jonas cupped her cheek tenderly. “I do not want you speaking to Rey anymore,” he said softly.
Okay but like I kinda dislike Jonas
“You agreed to do what I said, Silla. Think twice before going behind my back again.”
Ew
“Gods damn it, Ilías,” cursed Jonas, his voice breaking. Silla could not breathe. Not Ilías. No.
Bruh
She sleeps without care while Ilías’s corpse rots. He wanted to wrap his hands around her neck, to squeeze the air from her lungs. He wanted to watch panic flare in her eyes as she realized her fate.
Dude 😟
A smile curved Rey’s lips as he lifted his hands, drawing his galdur and priming himself in seconds.
What the fuck
“Y-you—” stuttered the kaptein. He was shaking now. “You’re the Slátrari. The murderer!”
Why tho
The door swung open. “Hello, little Galdra,” said Skraeda.
Goddammit
