Savage by Tana Stone

Author:Tana Stone [Stone, Tana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Broadmoor Books
Published: 2020-05-19T05:00:00+00:00

Nineteen

Caro woke with a start. It was dark, and the temperature had dropped. She sat up quickly and the blanket fell to her waist, reminding her that she’d fallen asleep completely naked. She jerked it back up, even though it was too dim to see anything.

Moonlight glowed outside the tent, light peeking in between the two flaps, and it was quiet—no fire crackling or water splashing. The scent of cooking meat had even dissipated. It was obviously the middle of the night. Had she really slept that long?

She dragged a hand through her hair, which was now only damp at the base of her neck. She’d been tired, but she hadn’t known she’d been that tired.

At least she wasn’t tied up again. Rukken had said he needed to tie her up at night so she couldn’t run. Either she’d been too out of it to rouse, or he’d felt guilty at the thought of waking a sleeping woman to tie her up. Not to mention the fact that she wasn’t wearing any clothes. Were they still outside by the pond?

Caro glanced around her, looking for her clothes and hoping he’d brought them inside for her. Her eyes had adjusted to the low light and she almost yelped when she saw the big body lying next to her.

Although he was sleeping above the covers, Rukken lay next to her on his back. His hands were laced behind his head, and his breathing was slow and steady.

She guessed she shouldn’t be mad. After all, it was his bed, and there wasn’t really another place to sleep. She wondered how long they’d been sleeping side by side.

A sliver of pearlescent moonlight shone on his bare chest, and she fought the urge to touch him. She leaned closer, her curiosity getting the better of her. For the first time, she could look at him, really look at him.

The dark tattoos covered more of his chest than on most Dothveks she’d seen, and as she studied the tribal markings that swirled and arched across his muscles, she realized that many of them were roughly done. She suspected that he’d etched most of them into his own flesh after his exile, and she suspected that each of the symbols meant something to him.

Caro traced the air above the disc pattern carved around his nipples, wishing she could touch the bumpy flesh without waking him. Her gaze traveled from his chest down his thickly veined arms to the leather straps wrapped around his wrists. She glanced at the animal skin tied around his waist and the belt that held his blades, secretly thrilling at how primitive he looked in his sleep.

Her heart stuttered. The blades. He hadn’t removed them when he’d fallen asleep. She guessed he never took them off, needing to be prepared in case he was startled in his sleep. He hadn’t counted on her waking up in the middle of the night, though.

She eyed the blade nearest her, her throat tightening. Could she do it? Could she actually kill him?

She shook her head.

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