Chapter 17
Seventeen
Njáll
Elara.
Her name tasted like spun sugar on his tongue. The sweetest gift from a woman who was far too good for him. He’d suffer a thousand new marks on his body if it meant he’d be worthy of speaking her name.
“Let us go home, kona. You must rest.”
A series of mumbled protests rolled from her, but Njáll ignored all of them. He rose, effortlessly lifting her petite frame against his torso. Her head rolled onto his chest, her eyes fluttering.
The time with the Volva exhausted her. For now, he’d take his kona home and kiss her until the stress melted from her muscles. She dozed in his arms, and he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, whispering into the thin skin there.
“You said if I wish to worship you, I must prove myself. I will spend the rest of my days making myself worthy of you, Elara. I will worship you like the goddess you are.”