The Barbarian’s Vow (Barbarian Duet #2)

I f this would be his end, Cador wished he could have kissed Jem one last time.

He kicked and thrashed, but he was bound, his arms wrenched painfully behind him. It was humiliating to be hauled like a felled boar, and he gnawed on the leather gag, mumbling the crudest curses he could think of.

It was hard to see where he was being dragged, and he expected to go down into the dungeon again. He had no idea what the fuck was going on but assumed it was Pasco’s doing. Perhaps the man thought he was genuinely protecting his brother, but Cador still wanted to rip out his flimsy spine.

Instead of down, they seemed to be taking him up into the castle. Not by the massive staircase off the entrance, but a narrow, twisting passage lit only by the flickering glow of lamps. Cador bumped up the stairs, rough hands on his arms, barely able to get his thin, useless boots under him.