Chapter 31“Who sent you?” Ottar barked, slamming his fist into Borg's face. “Who?”
His knuckles struck Borg a fourth time, then a fifth as the Dokkalfr gazed through the blood and sweat. With his arms extended, pulled taut by the chains that secured him to the stone wall, his body hung limp on a dislocated shoulder.
“Speak, boy, and I'll let him stop,” Rune said, leaning against the wall of the dark cell as if bored.
“Who sent you?” Ottar bellowed again and landed another punch in Borg's side.
A definitive crack confirmed the snapping of at least two ribs and Borg gasped to catch his breath.
“Did Kallan's marshal put you up to this?” Rune asked.
A cold, dark laugh cut through the cell like sky wyrm scales on stone and Borg smiled.
“What makes you think I wouldn't be willing to do th
