The Barbarian’s Vow (Barbarian Duet #2)

Five Years Later

S hivering at the icy bite in the so-called spring breeze, Jem let Nessa nose at the tentative buds on the shrubs lining the trail to the cottage. He was glad of his red, fur-lined cloak, though the clasp at his throat was worn and would need replacing.

In his wildest imagination, Jem couldn’t have fathomed how truly freezing Ergh was in the dark of winter.

Yet Cador assured him it was typical. Fortunately, after the bizarre summer of fires and floods, the weather on the mainland had returned to its normal rhythms. The gods were apparently appeased.