Chapter

Ninety

Cian

“Thor is concerned about you.” My mother’s voice was calm and measured, but I knew her. She wasn’t happy.

“Tor believes it’s his gods-given right to worry.”

Usually my dry insults made her laugh. Not today. “Quinn’s report has everyone worried, including me.”

I stared at her in the mirror, catching glimpses of Aunt Quinn as she paced in the background, the familiar walls of our family home making me long for the quiet peace of Novasgard.

“We’ve been over this. I’m not leaving her. Where would you be if Father took off at the first hint of danger? We don’t leave when things get rocky. We...