I try to gasp, but the man’s grip is too tight. Clawing at his arm again, he grasps my arm roughly in his other hand, pulling it up to inspect the band that Anders gave me before he left for the raid.
“Keep it,” he told me when he returned. “I have a better one now. Besides, if anything happens to me, my village will still take care of you when they see it.”
But it would seem now, that it is not going to happen as Anders had thought.
“Where did you get this?” the man asks, his voice booming as he brings his face closer to mine.
“My husband,” I try to croak out. He loosens his grip slightly, but enough that I can actually speak. “Erik is my husband. He gave it to me.”
The man scoffs in my face, his blonde hair shaking. “Erik would never take a wife.”
“He did,” I try to explai
