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“I can’t do this,” Arne said, putting his sword into the ground so he could lean on the silver hilt. “Can you please think of something else, my queen?” His words requested I stop ogling, but his smile and the gleam in his eye told otherwise.
“What are you talking about, Arne? I’m over here, minding my own business.”
Leif chuckled and rolled his eyes. “I call bullshit. You’re sitting there thinking all kinds of naughty things about us. Hell, I’m surprised that tree doesn’t have a hard on.”
Gunnar marched over to me and kissed me hard. “Don’t listen to them. You keep thinking about all the dirty things you want to do to me all day.” With a wink, he went back to swinging the sword but, first, took his shirt off.
I whistled at him. It had to be done.
“Gunnar, don’t encourage her. We have to practice. Our lives depend on it.”
Gunnar, in his patience, shrugged. “This is life. Let her have her fun.”
That ended the discussion. I offered to hold an apple above my head for their bow practice but received a resoundingnofrom the mate corner.
They were no fun.
Sometime during their practicing, I must’ve fallen asleep under that broad oak tree. Its branches kept me safe from the sun and gave me the vantage point I needed to see my mates.
After all, if these were my last days, they were going to be good.
Arne picked me up, and I pretended to be asleep while they spoke lovingly of me. How they were going to fight to their last breath. How they wouldn’t be able to stand it if anything happened to me.
The thing was, I wasn’t ready. I wouldn’t go down without a fight, and no way in hell I would let Bors take control. Only over my dead body.
