“You will be missed, Agnar Battle-Grim,” she breathed. “You already are.” And then. “I will avenge you. Biórr will die for his betrayal.” Just the whisper of his name on her lips made Elvar shiver with rage. Biórr, her lover, who she had trusted, bound by oaths and battle and much, much more. And he had betrayed her, betrayed them all. Betrayed Agnar most foully with a spear-thrust through his throat as Agnar held out an arm to him.
