The Barbarian’s Vow (Barbarian Duet #2)

B ending low over the horse’s neck, Jem clutched her mane and squinted in the dusty wind.

His lungs barely seemed to work, and he reminded himself he could breathe and see, that there was no rough sack over his head, that he wasn’t slung helplessly over a thundering horse bearing him away to the Cliffs of Glaw.

He could admit he was very glad of Cador’s thick arm locked around his middle as they raced from the Holy Place.

Though he didn’t fear horses the way he once had, his heart still felt like it would burst through his chest. This gallop was a far cry from tentatively trotting around on sweet, gentle Nessa on Ergh.