Chapter 10
Luther
“Where is she?” Ahren’s stiff words hung in the air between us, his shoulders growing rigid.
“She’s safe here and nothing you need to worry about,” I insisted as I shoved off the couch, my muscles tense from listening to my brother’s ranting. I didn’t for a moment think he’d let this go—I expected him not to—but hearing the disapproval in his voice was starting to wear on me.
A cold breeze swept into the room through the open window, carrying the chill of the encroaching winter.
Ahren pushed strands of his long hair out of his face, hair as white as snow, eyes ice blue. They matched the rest of the family’s, well, except for me and Grandfather, the demented king. Many believed green eyes were signs of harnessing the power of second sight. The elders said spending too
