She quickly smoothed down her top and hurried to open the door before a knock announced the Sin’s arrival. Wrath walked inside, his verdant gaze skimming over her. “Your brother filled me in. The human young appear to be fine.”
Wrath glanced at Týr but said nothing about the arena being razed. “I assume you’ll be leaving now?”
Týr nodded.
Wrath’s attention shifted to Kira. “I meant to give this to you earlier, daughter…” Something shimmered in the Sin’s hand. He handed her a pewter jambiya. “This is yours. You can summon me with it anytime. Just say my name.”
As Kira studied the lethally sharp, double-edged, curved blade with a reddish-black stone embedded in the center of the etched hilt, those neon-green eyes came back to Týr. “Guardian, I entrust her to your care.”
Yeah, he got the caveat. No need. He’d let nothing harm her. Ever.
He’d lay down his life for her.
