SIGRUN
Three weeks passed.
Which, considering I’d been magically abducted into another dimension and forcibly married to a giant werewolf king, was probably the closest thing to “settling in” that I was ever going to get.
I’d spent nearly every morning after breakfast buried in the library.
Varul had been true to his word. The library was mine whenever I wanted it. No one questioned me. No one hovered. The servants simply unlocked the doors if they happened to find them closed, bowed, and disappeared again.
Except my actual research project here was a total bust. I still hadn’t found a single mention of realm interlopers.
Apparently, the North had meticulously documented eight hundred years of livestock taxation, seventeen separate border disputes over whose goats had wandered onto w
