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sky?” her father asked.
    This time, Dagr’s smile wasn’t a ghost lurking in his eyes; it spread across his face, making him handsome, and every one of the Valkyrja drew in a deep breath.
    “By joining them there.”

    Eirik awoke to the sounds of women’s voices engaged in a bitter argument. He opened his mouth to tell them to shut up, but his tongue stuck to the roof. He swallowed hard and groaned. Everywhere, his muscles ached as though he hadn’t moved them in days, and he was cold. He lay on his side on a chilly metal floor.
    And then he remembered. Fatin whispering, “You’re mine” ... the prick of a needle ... the searing pain as he’d shredded into molecules ...
    His heart, sluggish when he’d awoken, pounded heavier, faster inside his chest. He bit back a moan and stretched his legs beneath the scratchy blanket covering his nude body.
    The women were near him, speaking in low whispers.
    He cracked his eyelids open to peek at them through the bars of a cage.
    Nearest to him stood Fatin, but she didn’t look as innocent as she had, kneeling beside the fire pit. Her beautiful black hair was pulled away from her face and hung in a long braid down the center of her back. Her face was stark, sharply angled, hard. She was dressed in black leather boots and close-fitting olive trousers, a figure-hugging brown jacket with fur cuffs and collar.
    He remembered every sweet curve her clothing hid, the wet heat of her tight little pussy, and he hardened, even though he knew the bitch was responsible for his current miserable condition.
    Fatin faced another woman dressed in tight-fitting black trousers with gold braids running down the outer sides of her legs—like a Consortium officer’s uniform. A hip-length jacket, also black, with gold epaulets worn at the shoulders, confirmed his first thought. She was lovely—dark eyes, shiny, chin-length hair, bronze skin—and she was furious.
    “This is unacceptable,” she ground out. “You’ll return them to the surface. This isn’t a pirate ship. We don’t kidnap humans.”
    Fatin stepped closer and sneered down her nose. “Your orders were to allow us the freedom of your cargo hold and your transporter facility—and secrecy. You shouldn’ t be here.”
    “I ferry ore from the planet to the refineries. I don’t transport human cargo.” Her arm flung toward the cage. “Are they criminals?”
    Fatin smirked. “They are wanted. And that’s all you need to know.”
    The officer raked a hand through her shiny hair. “It ends today. I want you and your cargo off my ship.”
    “We aren’t finished.”
    “Believe me, you are. By eighteen hundred hours, you’d better be gone or I’ll send every one of your asses back to the surface.” The Consortium officer turned on her heel. Her glance fell to Eirik.
    He read regret in her expression, but she firmed her chin and walked away.
    “I see you’re awake,” Fatin said, stepping closer to his cage, her hungry gaze sweeping his body.
    “Why?” he croaked.
    She smiled, a mere stretching of her lips. “You have something the Consortium wants. And you were too tempting a prize to leave behind.” She leaned closer and blew him a kiss. “When the drug has worn off, I’ll be back.”
    Eirik growled, but the sound was more of a weak gurgle. He got his hands beneath him and pushed up from the cold floor. That was when he saw the row of cages that stretched the length of the brightly lit room—a ship’s cargo hold, he surmised. Every cage held a man—everyone was large, shaggy-haired, and for the most part dressed like Vikings.
    What Hel had he landed in?

Two

    The uneven scrape that caught the ice boat’s skimmers was Dagr’s only clue they’d reached the edge of the rugged half-moon beach below the mining camp. In the last hour of the journey, a swift wind had kicked up blinding snow. He’d navigated using the onboard instruments rather than the sun’s position or the looming snow-covered mountain range