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She moaned.
Long. Low. And devastating.
Sköll wanted to howl from the cliff tops.
“I will be waiting, Liùsaidh. Waiting for you to submit to yourhusbondi,” I said, gently kissing her neck before releasing her.Man of the house.
She didn’t curse again. Not once. Just walked in silence, barely breathing.
We felt the war inside her. But the scent didn’t lie—it burned.
The ember was lit in our flame-haired maiden.
Chapter 8
Liùsaidh
His Norse gods were strong. Too strong. Strong enough to give him mystical powers over me. He was a demon and a beast, rolled into one. The handsome exterior? A lie.
I chewed my lip.
How could I ward off his wicked powers of seduction?
Lost in thought, I didn’t hear him enter the bedchamber. My head snapped up—the chain rattled. A sharp reminder of my captivity. I stared at him, wary.
Had he made me deaf? What other vile powers did he hold?
He carried a platter larger than before. The aroma of roasted meat, herbs, and vegetables made my mouth water.
Two tankards rested beside the food.
Mead.
I’d refused to touch it when my Da brought home a barrel from the enemy.
Yes, Liù. He is the enemy. Don’t you forget it.
I moved back on the bed as he approached, creating space for him. It was best to think about my predicament on a full belly. He settled cross-legged on the bed.
“Eat. You will need your energy.” He smirked, grabbing the leg bone, ripping the meaty flesh away.
Juices dripped over his lips and trickled on his braided beard.
Panic bloomed in my belly.
He could read my mind.
Maybe could control it.
My eyes lingered on his lips.
Gods help me.
???
The food was the finest I had tasted. My belly was full to the brim.
And the mead?
