Brant took his sister’s hand. “Kari. If this night is my last, send my pyre to the sea. Know that you are stronger than me, and I am pleased for you to have found Hal. If you ever wondered if you had your brother’s blessing to make him an honest fae, you do.” “Brant, quiet,” Kari said, a slight tremble in her voice. “Agreed,” said Halvar. “No death talks until our innards are spilling out on the battlefield. It is more poetic and meaningful.”
