“Havvar!” Revna called. The young Jotunn whirled and rushed toward her. “I need your help.” “I’m ready, Commander. I will fight by your side,” he said eagerly. Commander. By now, most of the residents knew what she’d done in Myddheim, who she’d been. Fenrir, Hel, and Tyr often told anyone who’d would listen. But she hadn’t been called that since she’d left Myddheim, and the feeling of hearing it squeezed at her heart, filling her with the familiar regret of leading those she cared about into harm’s way.
