Dreams of a Wild Heart by Danube Adele

Author:Danube Adele
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-04-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

It was not only extremely bizarre, but highly stressful to be one of the sole females in a roomful of large, muscular men who looked like they might actually be capable of raping and pillaging. I walked in and all eyes fell to me. I fought the tremble of fear that quaked inside me. I’m naturally a confident person, but I’m not stupid.

And the serving wench would likely be helping out this evening with her lovely bosoms.

For some reason, I was feeling possessive, even though nothing was going to happen tonight. Yes, he had to stay in my room, but he was going to take the floor, even though he didn’t know that yet.

I dealt with the discomfort by standing up straight, sticking out my chin and walking in with attitude, acting like I owned the fucking place. That’s right, bitches, I’m the boss now. I’m a fucking doctor, motherfuckers. I could put you out with a finger on the right pressure point. My eyes looked everyone over before I turned to look up at Tabron, who had ahold of my arm. What was different this time, however was that his lips were curved into a half smile, like he was proud. It looked like he’d heard my thoughts, and I couldn’t stop the small glow of pleasure at his response. I gave him a small smile in return. He was so handsome when he smiled. A jolt of pleasure hit me.

“Aren’t the two of you just a pair of lovebirds,” Morten drawled, his voice carrying across the room. “It seems you’ve already tasted the honey.”

What the hell did that mean? Was that his way of calling me a whore? The smug look on his face seemed to say so. Man, I couldn’t catch a break here.

Tabron’s smile fell, replaced with focused aggression. His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed on the pale man across the room. Separating himself from me, he strode across the room in a deceptively calm manner, then in a single smooth motion, grabbed Morten by the throat, shoving him against the wall. Morten’s eyes bulged as he tried to dislodge Tabron’s grip. He looked around, but no one, not even the king, was stepping in to help him. Tabron was bigger, stronger and angrier.

Booyah, asshole. This was great.

Tabron wasn’t finished. “You will say nothing about her. Ever. Do you hear me? If she is ever made to feel uncomfortable around you, I will do us all a favor by squeezing your despicable life from your despicable body.” Then he let go and backed off a step or two.

“Is this how we run things now?” Morten’s complaint was directed to the king. “We can act like barbarians and no one seems to mind?”

“If you invite trouble, my boy, be ready to meet it,” the king replied dismissively, mopping his brow with his cloth napkin, leaving Morten flushed with the shame in front of the others.

“Let’s sit.” Tabron took my hand, pulling me along to one side of the table.

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