Enslaved by the Viking. Harper George St.

them with you.’

      Merewyn ran to find her brother’s youngest children. She was thankful she never allowed them to follow her to the beach in the mornings. Already she could hear the banging at the gates and the wood groaning as it struggled to withstand the assault. The hollow echo of the initial chop of an axe splitting into the gate reverberated through her and made her stomach clench with the knowledge that it was only a matter of time before the wood gave way.

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      Eirik used the thick hilt of his sword to bash through another door. Another empty chamber. He bit back the sour disappointment and stalked to the great hall. It, too, had been abandoned by the Saxons, but was now filling with his men. The lady of Wexbrough Manor stood glaring at him from her place in the far corner. Her guard had been disarmed and knelt, tethered, at the other end of the room. The servants and workmen had been gathered in the yard. Only young boys, women and old men—none capable of putting up much of a fight. That only left the family members, who were conspicuously absent. He knew they were hiding.

      It shouldn’t matter. They weren’t here for captives. This was merely a scouting trip. The location was prime for a command post for the spring invasion and it hadn’t yet been thoroughly assessed. Eirik would send men to report to his uncle, who was wintering to the south, and then leave to spend the winter at home, a place he hadn’t seen in almost two years. Taking the girl wasn’t part of that plan, and he assured himself it wasn’t why he hoped to find her. He wanted to see her up close to understand what it was that drew him to her. To appease his curiosity.

      His sharp gaze took in every shadow in the hall, searching for a glimpse of the blue gown she wore or a tendril of the dark hair that had streamed out behind her as she’d run. She would be hidden with the rest of the family, wherever that was. They didn’t have time to search. The hair on his neck stood upright, a warning that they needed to make haste and had already spent enough time at the manor. Whether the lack of an adequate guard was a reflection of its lord’s arrogance or its king’s desperation in calling all the able-bodied men to him, Eirik didn’t know. But the possibility that someone had escaped from the manor to summon nearby warriors to their aid was very real. Every instinct insisted they leave now.

      The need to find her pressed tight on his chest and threatened to squeeze the air from his lungs. It was madness, sheer and utter madness. Eirik recognised it and kept a tight rein on it, refusing to give up control.

      He stepped over bowls and tankards, all signs of an interrupted breakfast, and stopped when he stood before the lady. Two chests of tribute, danegeld the lady had called it, were spilled on the floor between them. ‘This is all you offer? You’ve already told me of your household’s relation to your king. Doesn’t your lord husband rank high enough to deserve more generosity from his king?’ He kicked a gilded tankard so it came to rest at her feet.

      If the woman had been shocked that he spoke her language, she never revealed it. Even now, she regarded him with the contempt he assumed she reserved for the lowest slaves.

      ‘What more do you want from us, dog? Your hounds are already tearing apart the chapel.’ Her words were punctuated by a loud crash coming from the general direction of that building.

      ‘If you have nothing else to offer, we’ll take your grain.’ The tribute was no more than what she should pay. The lord of the manor had led a particularly brutal offensive against his uncle’s men to the south just months ago. It didn’t bother him at all that the loss of the grain meant she and her lord would face a particularly harsh winter. He repeated the words in his own tongue and they were greeted with sounds of disgust. Gold was exceedingly preferable to grain. Eirik smiled and raised his hand to a group of men who stood nearby awaiting his command. It was the signal to carry out his threat.

      ‘Nay!’ she yelled when the group moved to leave for the granary.

      Almost at the same time, a shrill scream pierced the still morning air. The smile dropped from his mouth and his heart picked up speed in his chest. It was the girl. Eirik knew it without even knowing how he could be so sure. His feet were leaden, but moved faster as he followed the sound through the wide doorway that led to a pantry.

      Shelves stacked with sacks of foodstuff lined the walls. Oak barrels had been stowed three deep against the wall, but a portion of them were pushed aside revealing a hidden chamber in the floor. A door that led to the underground chamber was thrown wide, leaving a yawning black hole in the earth.

      His half-brother, Gunnar, had just ascended the steps inside. A figure was slung over his shoulder, struggling to be released.

      ‘What have you found?’ Eirik lowered his sword and took in the sight of the slender girl in the dark blue gown thrown over his brother’s shoulder. Her chestnut hair spilled down his back and her fists beat futilely against him. Possessiveness, hot and fierce, rose up within him.

      ‘There’s nothing down there but children and old women.’ Gunnar smiled. ‘This is the only treasure.’ His hand moved over her buttocks in a rough caress.

      ‘Put her down.’ The command was so harsh and forceful that even the girl stopped fighting to raise her head and look at him. Her dark eyes widened, and he watched the ivory column of her throat move as she swallowed. She recognised him. The pull he’d felt on the beach was stronger now. Eirik gritted his teeth and demanded control as he stowed his sword in the sheath strapped diagonally across his back.

      ‘I found her.’ Gunnar’s voice was almost a growl. ‘You have Kadlin.’ Despite his harsh words, he was gentle as he allowed her to slide slowly from his grasp to land on her feet.

      ‘Leave her to me, Gunnar.’

      ‘Ah, finally, brother...’ His brother’s gaze was fierce, but clearly amused as if he held the secret to some jest that Eirik had yet to share. But the girl wasn’t fighting now. She watched Eirik with those fathomless eyes.

      Gunnar opened his mouth, no doubt to taunt him again, but was interrupted before he could even start.

      ‘Take her!’ The voice was clear and steady as the manor’s lady entered the pantry.

      All eyes turned to her. Eirik was sure he heard a gasp come from the girl.

      ‘Take her instead, and leave the grain,’ the woman urged.

      ‘I could take both,’ Eirik countered as he wondered what the woman was about.

      ‘Aye, but you don’t have time for both.’ Her clever eyes seized his before she turned them on the girl. The gaze was hard and assessing as it travelled her length. ‘She’s unmarried and unmarred from childbirth. She could fetch you a price worth more than a winter’s worth of grain. Take her and go while you still can.’

      Eirik didn’t have time to weigh her words. In the next instant, the girl found her legs and surprised them all by running out the back way.

      His blood thundered again, pounding through him and demanding he catch her.

       Chapter Two

      Merewyn ran even though she knew it was futile. Even though every figure she passed was a Northman and the only way out was through the front gates. She ran because she couldn’t stand the idea of allowing them to take her. She ran to outpace the betrayal of those two words so bitterly spoken.

      Take her! The words repeated themselves over and over in her head until they were meaningless. A chant. A curse. Words that she would remember for ever. But, most of all, she ran because she knew she would be taken.

      She’d heard the stories of the Northmen often repeated in reverent voices by travellers around the fire in the great hall. They made slaves of their enemies and raped the women. She couldn’t bear the thought. And if they didn’t keep her after they finished, there were Eastern cities with whole markets devoted to the trade of humans where they could sell her. Merewyn couldn’t let that happen. She couldn’t live as a slave.

      He was