Chapter

Thirty-Four

Asher

“Is this what it’s like in Novasgard?” I asked, annoyance coloring my tone.

Cian chuckled from his spot two steps behind me as we walked down the hall and toward my dorm. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“Big bad Vikings shadowing their women? Giving them no space to breathe?”

He laughed again. “Definitely not. Our women carry axes and know how to use them. Strega, our jarl, would skin the man that tried to imply she couldn’t take care of herself. All the women would.”

I stopped so quickly he crashed into me, knocking me off balance. He reached to steady me, but I righted...