After all, Clara was Cole’s sister. I didn’t truly want to watch her hands and legs ruined.
So I reached out and caught Vetle’s sleeve.
The chilblains on my hand were ugly and raw.
“Envoy,” I said softly, my voice almost a plea, “today is the day of the Moon Goddess ritual. It’s best not to offend Her grace.”
Vetle lowered his head and looked at me. At last, he yielded because of me. His fingers brushed across the back of my hand, a light stroke.
The touch sent a wave of nausea through me.
But he did let his anger fade. He waved his hand. “Forget it. Let her go.”
The Warriors released Clara; her body collapsed to the ground.
Vetle’s cold gaze swept across the crowd. “There are things I don’t like to repeat. Next time, if it isn’t before the Moon Goddess herself, no one will save yo
