The Barbarian’s Vow (Barbarian Duet #2)

T he Western prince? Pretending to be a cleric? Or at least he hadn’t said otherwise. Cador hadn’t spoken a word to him at the summit—had barely noticed him across crowded rooms. He hadn’t paid attention, and clearly he should have.

Especially given the way this fucking mainlander smiled at Jem.

And how Jem had smiled back. It was a dagger in Cador’s heart though he deserved it. To think of never being bestowed such a smile again—given so freely to this stranger like it was nothing—was unbearable.

What if Treeve was as treacherous as his father was purported to be? Tas had been dead set against asking King Perran for sevels and help.