Laurel
I rushed from the hearth, sloshing through cabbage soup. The warriors bellowed in my wake. If I got to the pantry, I could barricade myself in. There was food there, I could eat for days. I could hide.
Strong arms closed around my waist and swung me back.
“Got you,” a warrior said. I howled and kicked. Somehow my foot connected with the right place, and the warrior dropped me. I trembled as I backed away. He was fine-looking, with brown hair streaked with gold and tanned skin. Fierce, golden eyes. Strange eyes—like a wolf.
His gaze fell on my breasts, and I cursed the fact that I’d stripped off my dress earlier this night. It was so hot in the kitchens, I liked to wear my shift when I knew I’d be alone.
“Come on, little fighter,” the handsome warrior coaxed. “It is not safe fo
