Ancient NorwayBrand groaned and spit sand out of his mouth. He pried his grit-coated eyes open and blinked, trying to focus on his surroundings. Cold damp sand. A grey sky. 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 farther than his elbows, a weight landed in the middle of his back, causing his arms to collapse. A heavy boot pinned 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?)"
When the pressure left his back, Brand tried to twist around to see the woman, but a heavier boot between his shoulder blades swiftly stopped his motion. "Bli der du er og s
