Chapter 40

Soren jerked his arms from around my weeping sister as soon as my accusative gaze landed on him.

“What the hell?” he said, scowling at me, his body tensing and already bracing for a fight.

Which was actually pretty smart, as Urban pounced, striding forward and demanding, “Let me see your sword.”

Soren gaped at him, lurching backward. “Absolutely not. Why would you—hey!”

Urban grasped the hilt of Soren’s sword where it hung from his waist and yanked it free from its scabbard. My husband haughtily shoved him back, but Urban didn’t seem to notice; he was too busy examining the blade.

Nicolette covered her mouth in horror, her muffled words shrieking, “Oh God. It’s covered in blood.”

Soren sent her a dry scowl. “That’s because I killed at least a dozen Far Shore soldiers .”

“And one of them must’ve been wearing the same tunic as Caulder,” Urban announced. “Even though none of them wore tunics. A piece of cloth got caught on your hilt.” Gritting his teeth, Urban tugged at a ragged bl