She didn’t back off. Not a step. There was a lot of her father in the stubborn set to her face, glittering specks of rain across the fur on her shoulders. “If you want war, the North’ll fight you. Fight you as one, you can count on that.” Anger was safe. He knew where he stood with it. “Oh, Rikke.” It might’ve been the first time he’d smiled that night. A hard smile, half a snarl, lips curled back from his teeth. “You know how much I love a fight.”
