MasukFor the light of the Order.Your day of reckoning will come, traitor.The words replay in my head, over and over as I stare at the man's body, rainwater washing the black blood from his lip and into the mud.A cold string of memories unravels in my mind, linking his dying words to the sacred oaths drilled into me since childhood.Baldur and Tyr. Two gods. One who governs the divine light, while the other delivers absolute judgment.I stare hard at the dead man again as a dark, damning thought takes root. No, I shut it down immediately before it sprouts. It can't be.Zealots exist outside the temple. Anyone can borrow the Order's words and wear them like a cloak.But the mind is a treacherous thing, and the more I try to dissuade the thought, the more stubbornly it refuses to die. The two Grandmasters, Astrid and Bran, voices of these gods, were the ones who openly expressed their displeasure with me during my hearing. They were the ones most angry.A man acting on his own wouldn't hav
I jerk sideways before the knife can reach my neck. The person holding me stumbles with me, and the blade tears across my shoulder instead of burying itself in my chest. I hold back a scream as the hand around my arm finally releases. I barely have time to turn before the hooded figure lunges again. Pain shoots through my spine like lightning as they're slamming me into a wall. Black starbursts dot my vision as I'm pinned there. I twist again, trying to break free, but their body weight presses hard into mine, trapping my torso so tightly that there isn't even an inch of space to drive an elbow or draw a clean breath. My boots slide uselessly in the slick mud. “Stop making things difficult and accept your punishment girl,” a harsh, gravelly man’s voice sneers close to my ear. “I was told to make it quick, but if you test me again, I'll not only make it slow.” The flat of the cold blade runs slowly down the center of my chest, pressing hard against my tunic until the sharp tip
KAINE'S POV “Odin’s teeth, he's telling her he wants to marry her, Master! Marry!” Vivienne exclaims, shaking my arm with a little too much enthusiasm. We sit tucked away in a shadowed booth near the rear wall, veiled under a subtle glamour that makes humans see whatever Vivienne wants them to see. It is the same trick the Order sometimes uses in their execution for the vampires they intend to drain. The one they'd used during my own execution. “I heard,” I murmur, keeping my eyes fixed on the table across the room. They’d been engaged once. My report on her had said as much, and the reason why they weren't anymore was not something I’d cared enough to learn. One less complication, I had thought then. And if she really was the Eira I've been searching for, it wouldn't have mattered if she were or not. I would have still taken her. But this—this hunter offering her a way back into the Order—is not a complication I foresaw. I watch him more closely. “The absolute nerve of him, as
“We're not looking for help.” I look at the freshly written HELP WANTED wooden sign hanging over the bakery entrance then back to the burly man wiping his flour-dusted hands on a rag in front of me. “But, your sign says—” “Frigg’s breath, I said I'm not hiring anymore.” My broken spirit breaks even more. “I only need a few hours of work,” I push, keeping my voice even. I swallow my pride before I continue. “I can haul sacks, clear the ovens, stack wood—anything. You don't even have to pay me in full coin.” “Listen girl, I don't care if you work for free!” He points, his voice booming so loudly that I wince and even a pair of passersby pause to stare. “I don't want your kind anywhere near my shop, and if you don't turn around and get out of my sight right now, I'm calling the town guards to drag you off!” I step back out into the muddy street, my jaw set so tight it aches, and pull my cloak tighter before turning away. “Vampire lover,” I hear him hiss and spit behind me. I pu
“What are you doing here?” My voice is flat, hard, and it carries enough that some heads turn our way. He smiles, completely unbothered, then turns to the matron. “Lucy, could you give us a moment?” Her cheeks turn red and she giggles. Actually giggles. “Of course, Hunter Axon, I'll leave you two love birds alone.” What? Love birds? Before she turns to go, she leans down, pats my shoulder and whispers gently. “Hear him out, honey. He really is sorry.” Her words leave me staring at her in disbelief, but I'm not too stunned to correct his lies. I pull my shoulder away from her touch. “He isn't my—” “Mrs. Yukon! More ale here!” a male customer calls out. “Ay, coming right up,” she responds, winking at me before bustling away toward the counter. I'm still half tempted to call her back, but I don't want to make a scene or play right into whatever he's planning. “You look nice,” Axon says immediately once the matron moves out of earshot. His eyes travel down to my fastene
Something bright and warm follows me across my face when I roll over. In my addled mind, it strikes me as strange, considering there isn't a window in my quarters.I open my eyes, squinting at the light and my gaze settles on an open window. I blink away the sleep, confusion seeping through before I remember where I am and what had happened. The inn. Yesterday. That I'd cried myself to sleep after not being able to stop.I stay where I am, not trusting myself to move. I can't remember the last time I cried this hard. I don't think I'd even cried when I found Axon and Elena. It was more rage than anything else and rage has always been easier to deal with. If only that was what had overwhelmed me yesterday.“Ugh…” I groan, my head and body throbbing when I finally sit up. I press the palms of my hands against my eyes and hold them there. Hel. It isn't only that my eyes feel swollen and raw, and my mouth tastes like something died in it. My stomach twists too, and for a moment I just si







