Thorsteinn
Thorsteinn, stop, Vik said directly into my head. She’s not listening. The more you shout, the more stubborn she gets.
I straightened. He was right. Sorrel stared at a point past my head, her brows knotted, and mouth pressed shut. The picture of a woman preparing for a brutal, endless battle.
For a moment, another face flashed in my memory. I remained frozen as Vik stepped around me.
“If you will not speak, you will eat,” he ordered. When Sorrel made no move to obey, he gripped her arm and drew her to the fireside.
I stood, frowning at everything and nothing as Vik coaxed Sorrel to accept some bread and dried meat. She barely took anything and after washing her face and hands, he sent her to bed.
She fell asleep before he covered her with a pelt, her brow still creased eve
