Senna’s POV
I glared at Kalev. The horns didn’t stop. They kept echoing across the beach, piercing our ears. I struggled to process what had actually happened as the reality sunk in.
My friends were going to live. That’s what I focused on. All of them. We were all getting out of here. I’d have to live at the estate, as a prisoner of sorts with Kalev. Until the victory tour. Those were the rules. But it was a small price to pay to ensure that my friends would live.
“Now what?” Thistle asked, looking between us.
Korrigan scanned the horizon, his posture still tense. “Now they come to collect what’s theirs.”
“Meaning us,” Thor said.
“Meaning the victor,” Isolde corrected quietly, glancing at me.
I didn’t respond. Thistle lunged at me and wrapped his arms around me. “Where will they tak
