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As the group moved towards the forest, I rested my forehead against Arne’s muscled shoulder. His skin smelled rich and earthy, with a touch of spice. I raised my head and met glittering eyes. His Berserker rage was close to the surface, threatening to break free. Still, he was beautiful, his golden eyes gilt in the shadows of the deep woods.
“Something frightened you back there,” he said softly. “You were fine when we first arrived.”
“It was the heat,” I whispered, dropping my gaze. “The sun and all the people.”
His eyes glittered. “Don’t lie to me. You were afraid. I could smell it. You saw something at the market that spooked you.”
Before I could deny it, he called to Erik.
“Take her.” Arne handed me off to the tattooed warrior, and headed back towards the market.
“What’s he doi
