“Take her away,” Gorak muttered, his amber eyes gleaming with dark promise as he pushed Milana’s face to the side with one rough palm, dismissing her like a toy he’d tire of later. “Get her cleaned up for my cock.”

Before Milana could scramble to her feet or spit another curse, rough hands seized her arms again. But these weren’t the male guards from before, two female orcs, broad-shouldered and tusked, with braided hair and scarred green skin, hauled her up. They were warriors too, clad in leather harnesses that left little to the imagination, their grips like iron vices.

“Let go of me, you bitches!” Milana shrieked, twisting and...