Page 185 of Dawn of the North
“N-no,” Ivar wheezed.
The queen’s lips curved up into a smile, and she yanked the dagger free. Shock and confusion and utter panic assaulted Ivar as his lifeblood rushed out of him. But the delight dancing in his wife’s eyes told Ivar enough.
He tried to shout. Tried to form words.
“Shh, darling,” said Signe with a demure smile, smoothing another lock from his brow.
Outrage and loathing battled within Ivar, all while the lights in his vision grew and spread, globbing together. Signe leaned down.Pressed a kiss to his cheek. She hovered above him, those glacial-blue eyes studying his face.
Ivar wanted to reach out. Wrap his hands around her neck. Snap it as he’d done to Eldrún. But all he could manage was a feeble flap of his hands.
“Hush now, darling,” whispered Signe, “I want to watch as the light fades from your eyes.”
