Chapter 39 : Falling Apart

Erik’s POV

It felt odd to be going back to Myrkr. The ship was too quiet without my brothers. I never thought I’d miss their bickering. Miss Anders’s constant stream of trivia or Ulf’s antics. I never thought I’d miss Bjorn’s music.

It all felt wrong.

My father was angry, hellbent on revenge, but we were backed into a corner. We save Poppy or it’s all over. He was directing his anger at Percy, but the old guard could handle it. He tried to direct his anger at my wife, but I shut him down pretty fucking fast.

She was dying and didn’t need to expend extra energy because my father was pissed off.

My stomach turned.

I had to save her, and not even for the sake of war. I needed to save her for me. Selfishness, but for a good reason. I let that be my driving force. Avoiding death and destruction was the bonus, but I needed Poppy for a reason I didn’t understand.

I’d never felt this way before for anyone. Anything. It was so close to breaking me.