Laurel
The scarred warrior pivoted on his foot to face me. I flinched away from his sharp golden gaze.
“How do I care for him?”
The broken man wheezed behind us. Any other man would be dead from his wounds, and me along with him.
“Keep him comfortable. As much as you can.” Ulf unhooked a small pouch from his belt. “Here. There’s dried meat in there.”
“I don’t know if he should eat—”
“Not for him. For you. Eat and drink if you must, to keep up your strength.” His gaze swept over me, dismissive, even when it lingered on my neckline. I wrapped my arms around my shivering body. My wet shift was near translucent.
With a curse, Ulf handed me a second pouch. “Here’s flint. Build a fire. A small one. I will return once I know this place is secure from our enemies. But then I must hunt and g
