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. Blod Tonn. Kallan exhaled an uneasy breath. She would have to leave now while she still could— without her dagger—or never. “I’ll come back for it later,” she muttered, deciding it was sufficient reason to come back and kill Rune. Within a handful of breaths, she opened the chamber door. Windows spanned the empty corridor and cast strips of blue moonlight onto the wooden floorboards. Kallan looked to her right where a pair of double oak doors ended the hall. Closing the door behind her, she crept into the hallway and tiptoed toward the staircase and a small wooden door she could only assume led to the west tower.
