Bride of the Sea (The Prophecy of Sisters #2) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,14

behind me, I decide to wait until she cleans up, making sure that nobody disrupts her, at least that’s what I tell myself. It’s to keep her safe and no way whatsoever to watch her beautiful body wet with the river’s cold water.

As soon as I turn around, I hear her hiss as her toes touch the water. She turns back to me, her eyes wide. Lifting my hand, I make a forward motion to urge her to keep going and make her way into the rest of the water.

“It’s cold,” she shouts.

My lips twitch into a smile and I motion my hands again. She lifts her arms, wrapping them around her chest and rubs them up and down as she makes a show of shivering.

Ah, she is telling me that the water is frigid. It is, she is correct, but she must know that river water is always this way when you are traveling and do not have a tub to bring warm water to. I shake my head, then shrug a shoulder to show that it matters not.

Liv rolls her eyes before she turns away from me. She looks at the water for a moment, unmoving, then looks back at me as she weighs her next move.

Would she rather be cold and clean or warm and dirty? I’ll still take her if she’s covered in dirt, she is not going to avoid my touch if that’s what she’s thinking.

I hear her let out a screech, then a string of words that I do not understand. Laughing, I watch as she attempts to bathe herself. She is shouting and crying out the entire time. I can’t help but chuckle at her.

She has clearly led a sheltered life. It makes me wonder if she is indeed royalty. It is obvious she was not just some villager. Most of the people in this village were poor farmers and probably bathed in this river often.

I wish that I could understand more of her language so that I could ask her. Reaching into my pack that hangs off the side of Viggo, I find a drying cloth. I don’t know why I even have it in here, I can’t remember the last time I used it.

Walking toward the edge of the water, I hold out the thin fabric for her. I watch as she walks quickly, then the closer she gets to me, the faster she begins to move until she’s running through the water.

She slams against my body, pressing herself so close to me that I can’t help but laugh at her dramatics. Looking down at her, I wrap the cloth around her body and pull her against my body.

“Liv,” I rasp.

Her lips are trembling as she watches me for a moment. “Aaric,” she breathes shakily. “Your bathing options here suck hairy donkey balls.”

I shake my head, not understanding any of her words. Instead of telling her, which she obviously knows, I lower my head and touch my mouth to hers. Brushing my lips across hers, I flex my muscles around her and hold her for another moment before I release her and put my pants and boots on.

As much as I would like to stay here with her and slide inside of her body, we must prepare to leave. Hopefully Gunnar has found something for her to wear, I doubt she will want to be on a ship with all of my closest men without a stitch of clothing on for a week.

Chapter Five

AARIC

By the time we arrive back to the camp, everyone is awake and moving around. The cooks are busy at their stations, my men are busy breaking down camp. Others are busy doing their part in getting ready.

Guiding Liv into our tent, I’m pleased to see that Gunnar came through and there is a pile of clothing in the middle of our furs. Liv is still shivering at my side. She will probably take a while to regain the warmth in her bones.

Once we’re beside the furs, I pick up a garment and push it toward her. Her hands lift as she holds it against her stomach, gripping it tightly. I wish there was a magic spell to give her the knowledge to understand and speak my language immediately.

I decide to ask the seeress when we return if there’s such a spell that she or a völva can cast on Liv. It doesn’t take me long to finish dressing, deciding to wear a shirt today since we will

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