Keeper of the Norns
Page 8
The man made my flesh crawl, even his own daughter cast a look over her young shoulder when she heard the tone he had used.
Zaphori’s face scrunched up and she scowled back at the shadows. “Remember who cooks the shit you laddle into that maw,” Zaphori warned. Her fingers were already curling around my arm, a lift that encouraged me to my feet beside her side. “Einar has been promised a farm house. Come, you can sup and sleep under our roof tonight.”
Her fingers suddenly felt like ice. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to walk through the shadows with Einar standing in them, let alone sleep under the same roof as him, but what could I do?
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About Tyranni Thomas
Tyranni Thomas is a former nurse and history major with a passion for social justice. A writer of High Fantasy Reverse Harem, Historical Fiction and LGBT who believes that written words speak louder than most people’s voices ever could. She enjoys giving agency to historical figures and circumstances of injustices or abuse.