Heart Of Fire by Bec McMaster

Author:Bec McMaster [McMaster, Bec]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lochaber Press
Published: 2017-12-13T18:30:00+00:00

We’re done here.

The thought plagued her as she tried to read.

She’d purchased a new book in Akureyri, and normally such a thing as Gulliver’s Travels would cause the room to vanish around her as she lost herself in the world within the covers.

Time to herself.... It seemed a dream, until one lived in the moment and realized all she had was time to herself.

Freyja closed the book with a slap.

“What’s wrong?” her father asked.

“Nothing.” And everything. Freyja found her feet. “I just feel restless, that’s all. I’m going out to check the fences.”

“Restless, hmm?” Her father closed his eyes, drowsing in the sunlight that spilled through the window. “Wouldn’t have anything to do with Master Rurik, would it?”

Freyja went still. “Why would you say that?”

“Because he is clearly interested in courting you, and you’ve been distracted ever since he arrived.”

Freyja toyed with the edge of her skirt. “Don’t get your hopes up,” she said quietly, though she wasn’t certain whether she was speaking to her father—or herself. “There is no future between Rurik and I.” Snapping her fingers, she headed for the door. “Come, Loki.”

The little fox sprang to her side, licking his lips, as they exited the small house. Freyja tidied her braid as she strode for the barn. Memories of his hands coursing through the silken waves of her hair heated her body. She had no intention of ensuring the fences were tidy. No. What she wanted was to find him. The earlier dismissal vexed her.

Rurik was the one who’d decided to chase her, wasn’t he?

And now, “we’re done here....” Just when she was starting to feel something for him. Just when she’d allowed him to take certain liberties.

Freyja knew she was being unfair. She’d kept him at arm’s length, and insisted nothing was going to happen between them, so why should she be so upset when he turned the tables on her?

Because he’d let her into his life a little, with the talk of his exile and his home. For a second, she’d felt as though she knew him intimately.

Because I’m lonely too.

The small herd of ewes hovered against the stone fence outside the barn, eyeing her with wild eyes. Ever since that blasted dreki stole her ram, they’d been riding on the edge of their nerves. It was a wonder her goat was still producing any milk.

The barn lay empty, though Hanna snorted when she saw her, as if asking for reassurance. All the jobs she’d given Rurik were completed, thought there was no sign of the man himself.

“Not you too,” Freyja grumbled to Hanna as the mare whickered with nervousness. Sunlight spilled between cracks in the loft floorboards, and dust spiraled through each shaft.

Loki bumped into her ankles, almost tripping her.

“Rurik?” she called up into the loft.

A shadow moved up there. She hadn’t seen him since they’d spoken of dreams, and a part of her felt sympathy for what he’d shared of his past. Enough sympathy that she’d brought out the hangikjöt and carved it, broiled some potatoes and set a loaf of rúgbrauð baking in the warm spring behind the house.

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