My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian Novel - Chapter 113

Taya

"You're going to wear a hole in your face if you keep rubbing it," Rurik said.

He sat across from me, picking at a piece of dried venison. Rurik’s family had served my household since before I was born. We had grown up under the same roof, fetching firewood and skinning hares together. He wasn’t a soldier under my command; he was just Rurik. The closest thing I had to a brother, and the only person in this entire keep who actually knew how much it gutted me to see Fenris looking at someone else.

"I'm feeling the weather," I lied, dropping my hand to the table.

Rurik took a slow drink from his clay mug. "The cold isn't what's bothering you."