Vevina stood defiant when presented to Mordrac, leader of the barbarian tribe. This was the man who captured her wife and made her suffer brutally trying to escape. It had been his cruel hand that inflicted the numerous emotional scars on Astrid. She could not with a good conscience play the submissive, frightened female.
"Bow your head," Robert whispered harshly with a yank to her wrist.
She snatched free of him and held her head high, though wisely kept silent. What she wished to say would only damage her chances of escape. While she wouldn't appear docile, she also wouldn't appear completely insolent.
Besides, Mordrac wasn't a man to offend. His cruelty was obvious in his dark eyes and in the folds of his frowning brows. His square jaw jutted out and his thin pinched lips warned of a
