It’s too late. He shoots, and his aim is perfect…but it’s not my chest the arrow is implanted into.
It’s Ulf’s.
He throws his battle-ax, hurling it at the archer three feet back and killing him instantly. But when Ulf takes one staggered step and then two, I know the archer didn’t miss either. Ulf turns to look at me, nothing but a slanted grin on his bloodstained face before he drops to the ground and doesn’t move.
Valhalla awaits.
I blink once, unbelieving this is happening…and it’s all my fault.
“Emeline! Come! Now!” It’s the king, and he doesn’t give me a chance to argue as he picks me up and slams me onto his horse.
“Let me go! Ulf!” I scream, tears running down my cheeks.
The king sees my Northman feet ahead and curses.
He orders his guards to retrieve him, and when they do,
