Garth: a Viking Warrior Romance (Viking Surrender Book 7) by Sassa Daniels

Author:Sassa Daniels [Daniels, Sassa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-28T16:00:00+00:00

By the time they made it up the hillside to the bathing pool, Ytha was completely out of breath. It was a difficult place to get to but worth it for the sheer beauty of the waterfall cascading down over the rocks on the far side of the pool. She watched Ailsa stripping off her tunic and gasped in surprise at her sister’s reddened bottom. It seemed that Garth was not the only husband who enjoyed disciplining his wife.

“Oh…uhm…” Ailsa said, her cheeks reddening.

Ytha held up a hand to silence her. She gave her a shrug she hoped would convey understanding and then removed her clothing. Spinning around, she presented her own reddened backside to Ailsa. Both women immediately giggled, and Ytha couldn’t help but wonder how many of the others who’d taken Vikings as their husbands were nursing sore bottoms on a regular basis.

With a whoop of joy, Ailsa ran past her and leapt into the water. Ytha quickly followed. The water was cool, refreshing. Ytha lay back and wet her hair. It had been too long since she’d come up here to bathe. She closed her eyes and floated for a few minutes, enjoying the peace and quiet. Then she twisted around and dived under the surface, coming up behind Ailsa to playfully pull her under the water. Taken by surprise, her sister flapped her arms furiously as she came back up, spluttering and coughing. She turned and shoved Ytha’s shoulder, sending her flying back into the water. There was no anger in Ailsa’s actions, and the two women splashed about together, playing like children. It was good that they were so at ease with one another. Ytha had grown up without her sister and was pleased they were able to make up for it now.

When the skin at her fingertips wrinkled, Ytha knew it was time to get out of the water. She clambered out of the pool, and Ailsa did the same. As Ytha stopped to pick up her tunic, a strange feeling came over her. She straightened up, and a loud whooshing assaulted her ears. Her body tensed. She couldn’t move, couldn’t blink. Her gaze fixed on a spot in the distance, and the world around her slowly disappeared.

The countryside faded, and an image came to her. It made no sense. A man she’d thought was dead entered her thoughts. Her fingers twitched by her sides. She pictured herself reaching out to touch him, just to see if he was real. The man was Ailsa’s first husband, Irb. Although Ailsa had never made any complaints about him, Ytha had never liked the man, perhaps because he had not warmed to her. When he’d gone missing, she’d been thankful. Frankly, she hoped to never see him again, in this life or the next. He was locked in deadly combat with Thorolf. In his hand, he grasped a vicious-looking blade. He swung it back, and the image changed. Now, she saw Ailsa, an air of sorrow about her.

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