The Barbarian’s Tribute (Not-So-Savage Barbarians #1)

One

T he door to the library flew open, slamming against the wall so hard it bounced off and nearly hit my brother in the face as he followed behind my father. It was my brother’s quick action that saved him from the embarrassment. He slapped a hand on the surface, stopping it before it could hit him square on. My father ignored it, storming into the room with his eyes ablaze. I’d seen that look a hundred times in my lifetime. It never ended well for the person on the other end of it. He’d never looked at me like that before, though. Not until now.

“Tell me it isn’t true.”

My brows furrowed, and I pushed to my feet, the book I’d been reading still clutched in my hand. “What isn’t true?”