She was nothing more than a slave in a world ruled by wicked men.... He spoke softly in her ear. "You're a clever witch; you try to bait me with your sweetness. It will not work." He then grabbed her and flung her on to the bed. When she tried to get up he roughly pushed her back down. "Dagr, please…." She pleaded with him. He did not listen to her, he laid the full weight of his body on hers, pinning her to the bed. He then bent down to kiss her but she moved her head to the side so his lips brushed her cheek. He smelled of danger and liquor, his scent was not repulsive by any means, in fact if it wasn't on him she would have been quite attracted to it.... A story of fate, revenge, and eventually love. A Viking's Rage Copyright © 2013 H.H.Cook ® All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced.