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331 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 24, 2021
Calder the Captain t̶h̶e̶ ̶F̶a̶l̶l̶e̶n̶ has left the game.
Even though I was slightly disappointed
And it's not just her harem, but her friends too (they're a keeper).
He had a wedding once—” Andel began, but Vidrol cut across him with a vicious growl, almost lifting to his feet before visibly bringing himself under control and leaning back again.
“This isn’t a true marriage,” he said, his eyes suddenly lifting to mine, darkening with turmoil. “The past is of no consequence.”
I frowned at him, feeling the tension sizzle between them. “No.” I laughed nervously. “That’s not possible.” Vidrol’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing to slits of warning. He wasn’t going to ask what I was talking about, because he already knew.
“It is,” Andel assured me.
“You’re being an asshole today because you have commitment issues?"
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“Fetch another animal for the sacrifice. Be quick about it. And take this goat to the queen’s quarters.” They both bowed their heads and then quickly hurried out of the hall, one of them scooping the piglet into her arms.
“I know you don’t spend much time here in the world of the living,” I muttered, as Vidrol breezed past me on his way back to the dais, “But that’s a pig, not a goat.”
“You didn’t check the name on its collar?” Vidrol asked, pausing to turn slightly and arched a brow at me. “I named it Goat.”
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I averted my eyes to Vidrol. He and Andel had the least dangerous powers, though I distinctly recalled someone telling me that Andel could crack apart a person’s mind. What was the worst Vidrol could do? Seduce me to death?
"I knew you’d pick him before you even considered it,” Andel announced from behind me. “I bet you even wondered if it was possible for him to seduce you to death.
“Wait—did you say she took the Warmaster to bed?” Bjern asked loudly enough that Sig woke up, his bleary eyes shooting around the room.
“Who took the Warmaster to…” He blinked the sleep out of his eyes before fixing them to me, his gaze widening. “You took the Warmaster to bed?”
“Not yet, apparently,” Jostein answered for me. “But she will.”
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“I just need to clarify.” I was half covering my mouth as I spoke, almost like I was trying to force myself to shut up, even as I was compelled to babble on. “You said that I take him to my bed...”
“Yes, I’m referring to sexual intercourse.” He answered the question I couldn’t quite bring myself to form.
“Like full intercourse?” I choked out, as Bjern and Sig dissolved into fits of laughter. “Sexual intercourse?” A huge grin spread across Bjern’s face as he shook his head at Jostein, amused by the verbiage.
“He’s talking about a little bit of horizontal refreshment,” Sig supplied, still in the midst of a fit.
“What?” Frey and I both asked at the same time.
“A little bit of slaying the dragon,” Bjern added.
“Joining giblets.” Jostein seemed to be convinced that he was contributing to the conversation in some way. Maybe he was. I had no idea.
“Going to blindman’s bluff?” Bjern asked, his eyes twitching between me and Frey, asking like he expected us to suddenly understand the term.
“Smuggling a bone?” Sig asked with a wide grin.
“Onboarding the captain?” Herra joined in, a twinkle in her eye.
“A good old scrogging!” Bjern had completely forgotten his inside voice by this point.
“What?” I managed to say around a slightly terrified laugh.
“Does that mean?”
“Polishing the spear!” Sig raised a finger, like he had somehow won this game they were playing. “Or in Ven’s case, basically the entire armoury."
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“I hate you all,” I grumbled.
“Please don’t hate us,” Bjern begged. “We know all the dirty things you do with the people you hate. The secret’s out. Our friendship group can’t handle any scrogging.”
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Holy crap, I'm done. That was a lot. A lot to take in. There was so much build-up, so much tension, so many questions.. and it all came crashing down to THAT.