A Fate Inked in Blood (Saga of the Unfated, #1)

by Danielle L. Jensen

“Gods, Vragi,” he laughed. “The world is truly better off without your progeny if you don’t question why your woman tastes of lemons.” Tastes? I froze, staring at Bjorn, who gave me a slow smile. “Seems he was most definitely doing it wrong.”

If this was the gods’ idea of a reward, I prayed I’d never feel the pain of punishment.

“I’m sorry,” I said to him, a tremor running through me. “You should be.” He held my gaze, and I swore it was the only thing keeping me from screaming. “All the women in Halsar will curse your name if I lose half my fingers.”

THIS MOUTH

“And here I thought your only value was your good looks.” “You keep telling me I’m good-looking,” he answered as he pulled me back toward the beach. “If you aren’t careful, I’m going to start to think your intentions toward me are less than honorable.” “Don’t worry,” I mumbled as he hauled me onto the beach, rocks digging into my back as I looked up at him. “Your looks aren’t good enough to compensate for your tongue.” In the faint light, I saw him smirk. “Don’t underestimate my tongue, Freya. Especially in the dark.”

Asdfghjdhgfghjkl!!!

I don’t give a shit about what you think when what you think is complete shit.”

“It is hard to keep one’s wits when faced with a woman as beautiful as the sight of shore to a man who has been lost at sea.”

How can a man control your fate when he is not even the master of his own?”

“You’ve never been alone,” Bjorn said, his voice so soft that no one but me would hear over the wind and my weeping. “I will be at your back until I cross the threshold to Valhalla, Born-in-Fire, whether you want me there or not.”

In your selfishness and greed, you stuck your own necks under the axe, yet weep that it is my fault when the blade threatens to descend.”

Freya used to be a good and loyal woman.” “She still is. You’re just no longer worthy of her loyalty.”