Seducing a Barbarian (Not-So-Savage Barbarians #3)

Three

SIMON

I was still pissed when the giant barbarian sat me down on a pallet of blankets in a large, well lit tent. The middle was open enough to allow the smoke from the fire out, but not too much heat. It was warm, and after days of trying to escape on the stupid journey here, the warmth made my body heavy with fatigue. I hated it. I needed to get out of here. I was going back to my city, and then I was going to skewer Tomas for doing this to me. There wouldn’t be a recognizable piece of him once I was through.

A woman and a man came inside. The woman had an infant tied to her back in a way I’d seen some women do in the city when they had chores and other things that required both hands. The babe was asleep and seemed unbothered by her movement. The man was obviously not a barbarian, based on his size alone. He looked smaller than me, which was saying something, and he had no muscles to speak of. They both chatted idly until the woman noticed our presence and stopped.