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369 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 5, 2020
A man comfortable in his own skin. [...] A man who had somehow managed to both put her entirely at ease and charm the pants off her, while they were naked in a bath, without making her feel even remotely uncomfortable.
He was right.
She'd known no other man like him.
- Bryn needed some time to get used to her feelings and the roles reversal was refreshing.
"...that's what I want in a wife," he continued. "I want someone who will guard the weak. I want someone who doesn't even hesitate when it comes to gifting others. I want someone who's going to stand between me and an enraged dreki queen who can breathe fire, and five no quarter."
[...]
"...But one day,' he told her, his voice roughening, "I will have my own wife. My own family. And I will be her axe. And her shield. And the one who guards her while she sleeps. My children will never suffer a single nightmare, for they will know their father watches over them."
- Tormund was the most amazing man any woman would wish for.
Home was with the family he'd made. With Haakon and Árdís. Even... Sirius. And now Bryn.
"You're coming to Hekla?" . . .
"I go where you go now." Her eyes lit up. "And Sirius told me there's an entire treasury full of magical gems and jewelry." . . .
"Trust me. You don't want to touch those jewels. They once belong to an evil queen."
"But she's dead, isn't she?" . . .
"They're probably cursed." . . .
"Cursed jewels. An evil queen haunting an ancient dreki court. What could possibly go wrong?"
I will give my heart, Bryn. Without reservation. But if I had one wish in the world, it would be this: For someone to love me the way that I love them