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

Ten

“ W ill you seriously go to war over a used hole? If you do, you’re just as pathetic as they are for claiming me.”

My comment seemed to stop the asshole before he did something stupid. He sneered at me, but was smart enough to back off. I watched the asshole go to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid. Getting out of dangerous situations wasn’t my only skill while holding a blade. I also had an enviable aim with them. I could take the bastard down before he even thought to do anything stupid. But he didn’t turn back. I’d insulted him when I insinuated he was pathetic if he went to war over me.

The familiar warmth of Feigrind’s hand wrapped around my elbow, turning me slowly. He looked concerned, his free hand cupping my face as he checked me over. I wasn’t going to tell him I was fine– it’d be a lie. But I’d get over it. It wasn’t the first time some asshole tried to force himself on me. In my line of work, it probably wouldn’t be the last.