Chapter 17Rune exhaled as he stared at the large oak door within the west tower's topmost room. Between each window, torches encircled the room's circumference, providing light to the circular corridor that wrapped around the handful of cells in the tower's center. On the other side of the oak door, Kallan's temper waged as hot as the fires of Muspellsheim.
Rune's grip tightened around the key ring he had obtained from Ottar. For a moment, he paused at the idea of calling Ottar back and letting him take Kallan back to her chambers. Kallan was less likely to cook Ottar alive despite her loathing for the large brute.
Rune inhaled, sighed, and reached for the door, ignoring the raging knot in his stomach that warned him to run away. The iron key slid into the hole and gently, he turned the
