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    Her heart flipped. The gods were most generous tonight. What better way to rid herself of the man who couldn’t keep his feelings for her secret? “And if Jarl McNally fails to humble himself?”
    “Gunter.”
    “Or,” she started. “You could send me.”
    Her father’s smile disappeared. “ Elskede datter, vet riktig sted. ”
    She knew her place, stuck inside the keep while the men enjoyed all the freedom and adventure they craved. The harsh comment he’d made earlier about raising three sons would stay with her forever. He’d never criticized her before. As his only daughter, she’d be expected to provide an advantageous alliance through marriage. From an early age, Kara assumed she’d remain with her family since her mother had died. The discontentment in her father’s eyes suggested otherwise.
    “Wish your brothers and our guests good night,” he said.
    Aaron scooped up a handful of gravel and rocks, then threw it at the stone wall. Arrogant piece of shite. If he allowed his rage to consume his mind and heart, he’d march inside and kill the old bastard. Sometimes honor took precedence over everything. This premeditated charade hit him hard, slashed his pride. And knowing that lovely wench had a part in it made him angrier. He paced, cursing in Gaelic.
    “The king wouldn’t fault you for dealing harshly with the man,” Varinn offered.
    Agni agreed. “Draft both bloody sons.”
    “And make the jarl a full adversary? As soon as we leave his lands, I’ll have a bounty on my head.”
    Agni huffed. “Perhaps you should take your frustrations out on his daughter—explore her skills further.”
    Aaron glared at him. “Silence.” The thought had crossed his mind already, but he’d never admit it. “There’s only one way to proceed, we go back inside and act as if nothing happened.”
    Varinn turned stiffly, staring at the building. “You expect me to overlook this humiliation?”
    “Aye.” Norsemen abhorred disgrace. Aaron’s expectations countered everything these men believed in. “Take what time you need to collect yourselves, then join me in the hall.”
    Aaron couldn’t believe his eyes when he entered the house. Kara was lingering on the stairs a few feet away. Should he confront her now? No one else was about. “Girl,” he called.
    She glared at him, then fidgeted with a loose strand of hair. “I have a name.”
    “Why should I show you any courtesy?” He stalked closer.
    “Because you are a guest in my father’s house.”
    “A guest?” He scoffed. “Did your sire treat me as such?”
    “I didn’t expect him to carry the charade so far—I thought it was meant to be a joke to entertain you.”
    “Did I laugh?”
    She looked away, openly ashamed, then turned back to him. “No.”
    “Why?” he asked. “How could you deceive me after flirting with me at the table?” The tatters of his honor demanded he question her. How long would this mockery continue?She possessed larger bollacks than most men. Regardless, his mind and body played tricks on him now—the image of her seductively sucking on a grape would haunt him forever. Aaron squeezed his eyes shut, remembering how good her round little arse looked in leather. Then realization hit. No wonder she attracted his eye in the bloody clearing. Of course he didn’t know her true nature at first, but his animal instincts did. Somehow he’d always known she was female . . .
    She clutched her chest. “I don’t know what you’re speaking of, milord.”
    Shite. He didn’t believe her—wouldn’t fall for that innocent look. Any girl that caressed a grape with her tongue the way she had. He grabbed her hand. “I concede, milady,” he said gruffly. “Your father’s trick succeeded. I didn’t know you were a female in the forest or while you sparred in the hall. I’m a fool and blame myself for that careless mistake. But I demand an explanation for your behavior at the table. Did your father further instruct you