Drengr by Skye MacKinnon

Author:Skye MacKinnon [MacKinnon, Skye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Peryton Press

Steff stopped in front of a door and turned around to me. "He's already inside. His name is Errik and he's a friend of Njal's, so I've talked to him a few times. He's a good guy. A bit sad but I'm sure that will change now that he's got you. Remember, if you feel uncomfortable, just leave. No pressure at all. Do you want me to check on you in an hour or so?"

Her fussing was making me nervous. This had been a bad idea. Why did I have to be the first? Why couldn't I have been patient like everybody else?

I touched the spot behind my ear where the implant had been inserted. Steff had been right. I’d not felt a thing. My hearing hadn’t changed either, but according to her, I’d now be able to understand not just the Vikingar, but thousands of other alien species.

"I'll be fine," I said, putting on a brave face.

"Good, but I might knock in two hours anyway, just to satisfy my own curiosity." She shot me a cheerful grin. "This is so exciting. I hope your date goes well. And... don't mention the grass."

"What?"

She just smiled and opened the door for me, giving me a gentle nudge. I blinked, surprised by how dark the room was. When the door slid shut behind me, it was even darker, only illuminated by a few flickering candles on a table in the centre of the room. They likely weren't real candles - open fire on a spaceship seemed like a very bad idea - but I appreciated the sentiment. Steff had created a candle-lit dinner date for us.

The two chairs around a set table were unoccupied. At the back of the room, on a huge bed, sat a dark figure. I could only really see his silhouette in the darkness, but it was enough to discern that he was just as huge as Njal.

He drew in an audible breath. "Mate."

His voice was low, deep and growly. A shudder ran down my back and right into my core. If his voice, one word, could do that to me...

"I'm Holly," I said for want of anything more profound.

"I know." He slowly got up from the bed and, goodness me, he was enormous. He stepped into the light of the flickering candles, finally revealing what he looked like. His skin was the deep blue of the ocean, his hair as black as the night. He'd tied it in a bun on top of his head like a samurai warrior. His beard was much shorter than that of Njal, more stubble than hairy wildness. His eyes reflected the candlelight, a lighter blue that reminded me of a cloudless sky. On his bulging biceps, he had beautiful tattoos that looked like runes. I resisted asking him what they meant. I'd have time for that later. He only wore a pair of black shorts, held up by a wide belt to which two dagger sheaths were attached. He came armed to a date.

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