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might’ve vanished, but enough men guarded Torsten’s belongings, me included, that I could not dare to escape again for the time being. Besides, there was that monstrous wolf out there, somewhere.
    Admittedly, Torsten Wulf was very generous in bringing me a choice trinket or fine clothes from his plundering’s. And his darker silence, the one only I observed, as he sat and stared into the fire was enough to intrigue me. I think he often forgot I was even there, as he drank his horn of mead or some other intoxicating liquid. Then, his breath heavy with sleepiness, he would find his way into the bed. At first, I always left the bed, preferring the company of the hard ground to his warm killer’s body. But as the nights grew colder, I instead stayed there and sometimes, he would rest his leaden arm over my middle as he slumbered.
    I should kill him. Kill him before anyone else dies by his sword.
    My eyes fell upon the blade in its sheath, and I rose from bed as quietly as a cat towards the weapon. Would it be stained with blood? The weapon was heavy. With some difficulty, I managed to draw the sword halfway, enough to lay eyes upon the metal.
    No blood.
    My gaze turned to the fearsome monster sleeping in the bed. My bed? His bed? And what was he waiting for? He hadn’t taken my virtue, much as his other countrymen had their captives. He’d hardly spoken a full sentence to me on most days. Did he think me a pet of some sort?
    My mind eased somewhat that his blade was clean, I crept back into bed. Strong fingers grasped my side, and he rose up with a flash of anger in his dark eyes.
    “What do you think you are doing?” He growled. “Stealing from me?”
    “No...” I faltered, unsure of what to call him. “My lord, I only wanted to see your blade.”
    Our gazes held steady for a moment, as did my heart in my chest, but then he laughed.
    “Woman, if you’d wanted to see my blade, you only needed to have asked.”
    I blinked, unsure of the significance of his response, but then a deep heat blossomed in my cheeks.
    “I did not mean...”
    His smile was undeniably beautiful, with strong, white teeth. I’d almost expected to see fangs in his mouth, from all the references to him. Torsten, the Wulf. And here I was, a victim of what I was beginning to understand was a rather filthy joke.
    I recovered my composure and snorted. “Are all men so eager to show their blades, then?”
    He laughed again and rolled to his back on the bed. “Only to enemies and women.”
    “Some enemies have been women.”
    He blinked. “Ja, in the heat of battle.”
    “Your men. They should watch where they swing their sword, sir. You are savages and barbarians, slashing your way through our lives.”
    “Will nothing make you happy?”
    He sat up so fast, I was unable to stop him from kissing me.
    His beard was softer against my chin than I would have imagined, his hands, callused and hot as they cupped my cheeks. My tongue battled with his, despite my intentions, until my mind finally won over and I planted my hands against his chest to shove him away.
    “You’re drunk.” My insides were aflutter and my body trembled.
    “You’re beautiful.” His gaze was unreadable.
    I scrubbed my face with the heels of my hands and shook my head.
    He took me by the wrists and pulled me closer. This was it. The taking I’d feared since the day I’d been brought into his tent. I tensed, anticipating roughness, but he only sought another gentle kiss. I gave in to him.
    After a bout of tongue-play, Torsten slid from the bed to pour us each a drink. I eyed him suspiciously. Did he hope to drug me again?
    “You are safe,” he said, disputing my unspoken doubts. “Drink.”
    I took a sip, and instantly, a flood of warmth cascaded from my mouth in a fall to my belly, where the heat curled up like a docile cat. I drank more, for the taste was sweet and bitter and very comforting, and I was more than nervous about having this man in my presence.
    He was