The Barbarian’s Vow (Barbarian Duet #2)

T ry as he might, Jem couldn’t sleep. It should have been impossible given how weary he was, yet the night was still young as he crept from the wedding chamber—of all the rooms!—and wandered the compound.

He should have stayed in bed and hoped sleep would claim him eventually, but being in that room with Cador so near and tempting and infuriating and heartbreaking was too much.

He’d burrowed under the blankets but immediately felt too hot, kicking at the coverings.

Yet sleeping uncovered had felt far too vulnerable.