Chapter 38Kallan marched down the corridor, past her rooms to Rune's bower. Undaunted, she flung wide the doors of Rune's sitting room then swept through the rich décor. A moment later, she yanked open the door of Rune's bed chamber.
Dressed in just his trousers, Rune turned to catch the firelight shimmering on the silver strands that laced her bodice. Too late, he gazed at the fire in her eye as she slipped her hand around Gramm's hilt where it rested against the door.
Rune dove for the sword. Kallan stepped in and landed her fist in his eye, sending the king flying back onto the trunk at the foot of his bed. Before Rune could check for blood, Kallan released a blast of pure Seidr. A gush of wind caught his chest and flung Rune back and over the bed.
“Had to stop a war?” Kallan shrieke
