That was what she wanted, wasn’t it? Wulf was a Norse savage. A plunderer. A killer of innocent people. Yet she could not deny there was something between them. Something irresistible and compelling. Then reality cut into her thoughts. There was too much painful history between them to ignore, too many obstacles, too much distrust. And their situation as master and slave was intolerable to her. A tentative smile chased away the tears as Reyna’s imagination ran amok. What if she were the master and Wulf the slave? Oh, how she would enjoy that, even though she knew it would never come to pass. Wulf was a dangerous man. He would make a terrible thrall. However, the pleasant image of Wulf doing her bidding soothed her rattled nerves and she drifted off to sleep. Wulf attempted to ignore Reyna during the following days. He and his brothers worked tirelessly to prepare the farmstead for winter, when snow would likely reach the roof and the wind would howl through the trees. Unfortunately, the image of Reyna lying beneath him on the bed, her pale gold hair spread over the pillow, haunted his mind and kept him in a constant state of arousal.
