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

Twenty-Two

SIMON

I woke up to an uncomfortable breeze, thanks to the rip in the tent lining. I frowned, snuggling deeper into the furs, and I was going to drag Feigrind on top of me to keep me warm when I realized he wasn’t there. I sat up with a frown, looking around. I knew he woke up a lot earlier than I did, but it was getting annoying how often I woke without him. I attempted to go back to sleep on my own, but the breeze was just chilly enough that I couldn’t, so eventually I got up to pull on some clothes. The tent was still a mess after my tantrum the night prior, and I didn’t feel the least bit guilty about it. Maybe I would have if he didn’t sneak off every morning.

He came in right as I tugged my boots on. I scowled at him, but he was used to my morning moodiness by now. He set the bowls of food he’d obviously gone to get for us on the table and scooped me up, putting me in his lap in front of the table so I could use him as a chair. I startled a little, looking over my shoulder at him.