“You’re going to stay with Tyr this afternoon.” Fen looked down, keeping his voice low. They were alone, but these empty halls hated it when secrets were being shared.
“Sure,” Lottie smiled not caring to lower her voice, “and where will you be?”
“Out.” Fen looked to Tyr for support but found nothing but amused expressions meant to downplay the seriousness of Fen’s own worries.
“He has a meeting with Frigg.” Tyr looked behind him waving his hand to call over a worker with a large pitcher.
“Would you stop.” Fen growled.
“Oh by the way,” Tyr interrupted, “Fin is what you are going by here.”
“Oh yes, such a drastic change from-” He cut himself off when the girl approached and poured everyone large glasses of dark red wine. When she left he glared back to Tyr who still had very little
