Warrior of Ice

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Taryn faltered a moment and admitted, ‘I let Brian believe that my interest in you was...more than the desire for a guard.’

He didn’t know what to say to that, for it was the last thing he was expecting. ‘Why would you say that?’

The young woman’s gaze lowered to the floor as if she were humiliated by the idea. ‘It was the only thing I could think of. And he...he agreed.’ She looked as if she wanted to disappear into the wall, but her daring had caught his attention in an intriguing way.

‘You let him think that you wanted me?’ The idea was so startling, he could hardly grasp it. ‘We’re hardly more than strangers.’

Taryn closed her eyes. ‘I know it. But surely you know that you are...a handsome warrior. It was as good a reason as any. And he believed it.’ She raised both hands to her cheeks as if to cool the flush.

That wasn’t the reason. The chieftain knew that Killian would rather die than be servant to a woman. It was a means of putting him in his place, of humiliating him. If he refused, then he could not guard his sister. If he agreed, then it forced him to obey the whims of Lady Taryn.

His anger rose up again, and he warned her in an iron voice, ‘I am no one’s slave.’

She stiffened, and her hands moved to her sides. ‘I never asked you to be.’

He took a step nearer, adding, ‘I am not yours to command, either. You need me more than I need you.’

‘You’re wrong,’ she murmured. ‘And while it’s not the way I wanted to travel, I’ve done this to help you.’ She took a breath and faced him. ‘I know that I am not fair of face, and it is an insult, asking you to join me in this ruse. But I thought you would want to be near your sister.’

There was no self-pity in her tone—only a woman who spoke with frankness. To hear her speak of herself in that way bothered him. Aye, she had scars that had transformed her face. But he did not find her repulsive at all.

Killian reached out to her chin, forcing her to look at him once more. When she opened her blue eyes, he saw traces of fear and anxiety. ‘Were you wanting me to share your tent?’ He wanted to see if her shyness was real or feigned, so he loosened the veil and drew his hand across her scarred cheek.

‘No! Of course not.’ She jolted at his touch, trying to pull back. And yet, he sensed that no one had ever paid attention to this woman. She was trying to make herself invisible, trying to hide behind her veil.