Behind her, the corridor burned. The paralyzing panic that had clouded her head with senseless worry changed to adrenaline. Finding the Dark One so soon assured her that she wasn’t too late. The wall of Seidr flame guaranteed her more than enough time to get to Rune and me...
She arched her back, winced at the stiffness in her spine, and looked to the window. The moon was high. The night was far from over. Throwing back the furs, Kallan shuffled about, reclaiming her boots and gown, before donning Ori’s leather overcoat.  ...