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upon me.
“Ah, the comforts of home. A beautiful woman to warm your bed. It would’ve surprised me, if you’d been alone.”
    The Viking’s expression changed
dramatically, displeasure marring his features. “ Matheus Hrolf.” The tone in his voice was flat. “What an unexpected surprise. What
brings you here?” He muttered, “How did you find me?”
    “I’ve known for some time about this
raid. It was no secret.”
    The stranger sat on a pelt, crossing
his long legs before him. His looks were as dark as Bram’s were pale; brown
eyes, thick, russet hair, and the hints of a beard graced his handsome face.
His nails were clean, gold and gems flashing from several rings on his fingers.
He wore a heavy gold necklace, with a large ruby pendant. There was something
about his look that sent tingles into my tummy. He was clearly a man of great
wealth, but I didn’t sense cruelty in him, only his interest. I had his
undivided attention.
    “She’s lovely.”
    Bram glanced at me. “She is, isn’t
she? I found her hiding in the forest.”
    “And now she warms your bed.”
    “Indeed she does, but that’s not why
you came here.”
    “I’d be remiss not to monitor my
investments.”
    “No. You’ve come for payment.”
    He smiled, flashing impossibly white
teeth. “That too.”
    “The raid has only just begun.”
    Matheus waved a hand. “Don’t trouble
yourself. This is a gentle reminder of your obligations.”
    “How could I forget them?” griped
Bram. “I feel the noose around my neck every day, you Danish bastard.”
    “You mustn’t be sore. You gambled
with my money and lost. Someone always pays the price.” His dark gaze lingered
on me, and I shivered, my tummy turning over in silken knots.
    Bram noticed his interest. “I’ve a
business proposition for you, if you’re interested.”
    “I’ve never shied away from a
venture.”
    The Viking’s eyes were on me, and I
got the distinct impression that I was going to be a part of his “business
proposition”. “This lovely English lass is Lora. She’s shunned by the villagers.
They think she’s a witch. How much would a virgin be worth?”
    “A virgin?” he laughed. “She’s been
in your company. I doubt she’s pure.”
    “She is.”
    The stranger appraised me. “She’s
pretty to be sure, but your debts far outweigh a lovely girl.”
    “Consider it a down payment.”
    “You must think me a fool. I could
leave this tent and find a woman in five minutes.”
    “Not one this beautiful. Take your
dress off, Lora. Show him what you’re hiding.”
    I bristled, feeling violated and
disgusted and used like chattel. I wasn’t this Viking’s property. “I will not.”
    Bram’s brows lifted. “I beg your
pardon?”
    I drew away from him, my hand closing
on a knife. “I’m not your property.”
    Matheus Hrolf’s expression revealed his
amusement, dark eyes flashing. “I’d say you’ve lost your touch with women,
Bram. This one isn’t as docile as you thought.”
    He scowled, looking displeased. “Take
the damn dress off!” I was seeing an entirely new and unpleasant side to my gentle
lover, who had been sweet and patient with me. Now that I could be used as a
commodity, his attitude had changed dramatically. This left a bitter taste in
my mouth. He lunged forward. “Must I rip the clothing from your back, woman?” I
took that opportunity to strike him with the knife, catching his hand, which
bled instantly. “You little bitch!” His fingers wrapped around my wrist,
shaking the knife free. He dragged me to him, growling his displeasure. “I
should teach you a lesson, you won’t soon forget.”
    I struggled, squirming, trying to
free myself from his steely grasp. “No! Viking scum!”
    “You seemed to enjoy me enough this
morning!” The sound of material ripping was alarming, my tunic shredding in his
hands. This was followed by my dress, which he hadn’t damaged as badly. I had
underthings on, two layers of gowns, which were