Sea of Ice (Assassin's Wrath Book 2) by John Cressman

Author:John Cressman [Cressman, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Maverick-Gage Publishing
Published: 2022-11-23T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 31

“What were you thinking?” Gage demanded once they were in their room.

Gage had quickly gathered their things, grabbed their animals, and trekked to the opposite side of town. When he’d scouted earlier, he’d seen the Serpent’s Lair and its wooden sign hanging over the door featuring the image of a snake encircling the entire sign. He assumed it was a reference to the mythical World Serpent, Jormungandr.

He smirked. Unlike the giants, which the Aesir called Jotnar, Gage had never heard confirmation that any sort of giant serpent existed. It seemed like a “boogeyman” type creature the Northmen used to frighten young children.

They’d gone straight to the room they rented at the Serpent’s Lair inn. Gage, who hadn’t said a single world to Heather the entire time, turned on her and waited for an answer to his question.

Heather’s face went red, maybe in anger, maybe from the ale she’d drunk. “I’m not your property. I’m not your bloody slave… bloody hell… I’m not even your wife or girlfriend. What makes you think you can tell me what to do?”

The wife comment stung, bringing up memories of Alani and Shaunna. The memory of the last time he’d seen them—right before fireballs destroyed his house—stabbed into his mind and brought up feelings he couldn’t deal with at the moment.

With an effort, Gage pushed the memories to the back of his head and glared at Heather. “I thought you wanted to stay alive. I guess I was mistaken.”

“What?” Heather screwed up her face in disgust. “Because I slapped some Thor wannabe for grabbing my bum? Why are you so angry? You handled him without breaking a sweat. Hell, they were chanting your name… well…. Little Man, at least.”

She smirked after the last comment while Gage clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to master his anger.

When he spoke, he spoke in a low, dangerous tone. “Yes. Everyone in the bar now has a story about a short southerner with a shaved head who defeated a town favorite blacksmith. How long before the story spreads around town? How long before some southern-bound merchant carries it to Cernunnos?”

Heather cursed. “Bloody hell! I didn’t mean for that to happen. I just reacted like I would back home.”

“You’re not back home,” Gage reminded her coldly.

She looked up at him, her face showing anger and hurt. “You don’t think I’m reminded of that every bloody second of every bloody day?”

Gage didn’t flinch at her anger. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Then you should remind yourself that people are after me and may be after you. And don’t drink so much.”

Heather chuckled mirthlessly. “Why the bloody hell do you think I was drinking so much? Because people are out to kill you and probably me too—just for helping you.” She let out an exasperated breath. “Don’t you ever let loose and get drunk?”

“No.” Gage couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten drunk. He’d quickly gotten used to the idea of watching his back in this world, and you couldn’t do that when you were drunk.

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