Sabine
“Come, little witch,” Maddox took my arm as I rose from finishing the summoning spell. Yseult had left, and the warriors had mostly dispersed. After Yseult had given her news on how to defeat the Corpse King, none of us felt like lingering.
“Where are we going?” I rubbed my face to rid myself of a slight headache—an effect of the concentration required to make magic.
Maddox steadied me as I followed him down the long stone hall. “I am to leave soon. But first I have something to show you.”
My head had cleared by the time we entered the sleeping chamber. Once my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I realized Ragnvald was there, waiting. My second mate was tall, one of the tallest of Berserkers. The low light shaped his regal profile
“Ragnvald?”
He turned and beckoned to me. “We do
