Chapter 221

Elodie's POV

The Northman was not a man; he was a monument to old-world violence.

Standing nearly seven feet tall, his skin was a topographical map of silver scars and ritualistic brandings that marked him as a mercenary of the high tundras.

When he stepped into the white sand of the circle, the air temperature seemed to drop ten degrees.

He didn't look at the Council, and he didn't look at the