so much as looked her way.
“I understand,” Tyra was deeply startled. The Norns almost never spoke directly to her. “I shall always do what is asked and keep the weaving pure.”
The same dry whisper replied inside her mind. “Indeed? The demons have their own dark threads in the tapestry. Their pattern has changed and become unpredictable. They make choices that alter the weave. That is within your power, also.”
Tyra heard the ring of truth in the words, but was unsure how to answer. Despite her conversation with Sigrid about riding to battle, changing the weave of Fate sounded far beyond a mere Valkyrie. “I am not so important. I change nothing”
There was a long pause before the next words. “Even a child can open a door. There is no telling what might walk through.”
“I am not a fool.”
“I hope not. Your thread anchors whatever picture comes next.”
Uncertainty swirled as if it were about to drag her down. The Norns had power even Odin feared. Could they somehow read the uncharacteristic emotions that had taken root in Tyra’s heart? Her whole body went cold, but she felt a touch of anger, too. She wasn’t ready to give up this new side of herself.
Still, she knew the right words. “I serve and obey.”
“Is that all?” The voice was bland. Somehow that was worse than if it had been dripping with scorn.
Tyra swallowed down foreboding. “What more would you have of me?”
“What you give the future is always your choice, Tyra of the Valkyries. There is no more truth than that. Now go and do your duty. Decide what that means.”
Bron shouldered his way through the Friday night crowd. Bright light splashed from store windows, painting the passersby in garish brilliance. Giggling girls roved in packs, looking up from their smart phones to ogle him as he stalked by. Cars with thumping stereos slowed, the drivers plainly curious. Bron was taller than most humans, clearly something more than human, but few had any idea what he was.
Rebellion had freed the dragons from their controlling queen’s wrath. Still, his kind was rare and few left the isolation of their mountain home. Always more adventurous, Bron had seized the opportunity to explore the outside world. The mountains weren’t enough for him—he needed a whole world to test his wits and endurance. He loved what he found, loved learning the human way of speaking, their dress and customs and, most of all, their fierce independence. After a lifetime of rules, Bron was finally free and meant to stay that way.
Nevertheless, a demon invasion roused his interest. Just what was going on? Hellspawn were serious business, and Bron’s newfound freedom allowed him to indulge his curiosity. He’d played it cool when the Valkyrie had told him to mind his own business, but he was done taking orders—even from gorgeous women with swords and wings.
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