Page 87 of Marked By His Hunger
Say coincidence.
Say patrol.
But the bond pulsed again—warning.
Do not lie to her.
“I felt you.”
Her breathing changed.
Not quite fear.
Not quite relief.
“What does that mean?”
Everything.
It means I am no longer alone in this curse.
It means the Norns have shifted their threads.
It means if I fail, you die.
“It means you were in danger.”
Her jaw tightened.
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
Sharp.
Good.
I preferred that.
I rose slowly to my full height—but kept distance.
“Asgarheim is not gentle to those who wander alone.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“I know.”
Silence stretched.
Stormlight flickered across the sea.
“You followed me from the tavern,” she said.
Not an accusation.
Observation.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
