The Barbarian’s Vow (Barbarian Duet #2)

“H e’s still fussy about pissing in front of anyone,” Delen said with a dismissive wave. “He’ll be back.”

Cador paced, eyes locked on the forest’s edge, brittle grass making his bare feet itch. He hated not wearing his boots, but they’d remained uncomfortably wet. The fur he’d given Jem after dinner now lay abandoned, and worry grew with every moment.

His heart leapt at distant movement in the forest, plummeting when Kensa appeared. He strode across the clearing. Fuck waiting.

“Is Jem in there?” he demanded.