Wed to the Barbarian (Barbarian Duet #1)

A ll meekness vanished, Jem barged right into the cottage. Who did he think he was? Although Cador had to admit he preferred the show of spirit and purpose over Jem’s sad huddle in the ship’s belly during that endless fucking voyage.

It had gnawed at him, although even Delen had said he should leave Jem be. But Jem hadn’t been a prisoner yet, and it’d been maddening that he’d acted like one. It had scraped at Cador like rusty nails, his guilt festering.

Besides, what if Jem had taken ill and died because he couldn’t be bothered to get fresh air? Cador couldn’t have that. They needed him alive. At least until the time came. But even then… If everyone cooperated, there would be no need for Jem to die.

Pushing all of that aside and locking it away, Cador strode after Jem now, torn between going to the goats bleating at the fence of their pen and finding out what Jem was going to do with those suffering birds. Curiosity won.