Brand groaned and spit sand out of his mouth. He pried his eyes open and blinked trying to focus on his surroundings. Cold damp sand. A grey sky and a glacial wind was cutting through his jeans and thin, down jacket. Where the f**k am I?
Before he could gather the strength to push himself up, a weight landed in the middle of his back, pinning him to the ground.
A steely feminine voice made his blood run colder than the wind on his skin. "Hvem er du? Hvor er resten av mennene dine? (Who are you? Where are the rest of your men?)"
Brand tried to twist to see the woman but a heavier boot stopped his motion. "Bli der du er og svar damen! (Stay where you are and answer the lady!)," a gruff voice demanded.
Breathing heavily, Brand stayed silent while he tried to figure out what was going on.
