A few times, Harper shot me a look from where she and Hluti rode on my other side. Her eyes held the same question I did.
What the hell was happening?
I was told to prepare for war. But it wasn’t mentioned what kind of war and with who.
My gut told me it boiled down to the king with the wolf crest. His bellowed promise played in my mind over and over until it was all I could hear.
“This doesn’t end here, bitch.”
“It does end here, or it’s your life. Your choice. But you know who you’re fucking with if you decide to try anything,”I heard myself say with the same thick accent I dreamed. But something new came with it that I didn’t dream. My fingers had flexed into a fist on my injured hand, itching to hurt him in the worst possible way. I caught the quick dare in my thought,If you move, I’ll turn your insides into your outside.
I shivered, and my stomach churned until I became sick and had to swallow over and over to keep the bile down. My temples throbbed until my head was three seconds away from breaking open. It didn’t help that the horses’ hooves were pounding in my brain, causing a head-splitting pain, followed by the same beat with each throb.
“I’ll fucking kill you,”he seethed, his words heavy with his Scottish accent. It sounded like it was outside of my head instead of in a memory from my dream.
My upper half rocked with the motion signaling I was about to puke, while my head spun from the migraine that got worse.
In my pain, my mind took me somewhere else. Maybe to spare me and keep me from hurting anymore.
“Till then, my soul would seek him,”Estrid whispered, sounding more like a thought than talking. A flash of a memory popped into my head of people yelling as they fought with axes and swords in old-world clothes like the characters in the showVikings. Pain echoed in my body, in my sides and lower back. The same type when I was stabbed to death—I didn’t know how I knew—but the object used to stab me was metal, not glass.
Ocean eyes full of tears popped in and out of my blurry vision, my hand aching to reach up to touch him. My trembling lips parted to tell him I loved him, but the image was gone and replaced with Rune grinning at me as he held a dagger in one hand and a whetstone in the other. Firelight highlighted his face in the night, casting shadows on other parts of him. He didn’t have a beard like he did now, but had a few days’ growth with his dimples showing. Seeing them again made my heart skip a beat, and a ghost of a smile made its way to my face.
He wore a white tunic and black trousers paired with heavy boots covered in dirt. His beautiful brown and gold hair was longer, with the sides of his head braided, which was definitely like the showVikings.
His full lips moved as he talked to me while sharpening his blade, but I couldn’t hear what he said. Brief thoughts filled my head as I watched him while whetting my dagger.
Would he be upset if I leaned in and kissed him?
His laugh is contagious, and it makes me so happy to see him laugh around me.
The doubts crept into my head, but they weren’t mine. It finally clicked that it was Estrid’s, and that I was seeing my past life through memories. I was torn between feeling relieved that I felt like this in the past too, and feeling sad about it because it was hell having doubts all the time. Especially over a man made so perfectly for me. Because that had to be it. He was made for me. I wasn’t sure where that thought came from or how I knew he was created for me, but I knew deep in my soul he was.
My hand kept sliding from the whetstone in my hand as I stole glances at him when he wasn’t looking. My chest tightened every time with a swarming emotion I couldn’t place until now.
I desired him. I loved him.
He’s mine.
But I was nervous, and I was never nervous aboutanything. At least during that time and in that life. Rune was the only one who made me nervous and made my palms sweaty. He was the only one who made me wet and needy for him when we weren’t together. When I thought he wasn’t my soulmate and for me to have. That I couldn’t touch him and let him do everything he said he wanted to do to me.
The moment bled into another vision, where I straddled him with my arms around his neck. One of his hands gripped my waist while the other was buried between my thighs, dipping into my soaked pussy with two fingers while his thumb rubbed my clit as he forced me to come.
Euphoria filled me, and my body was on fire as I rode his hand while kissing him. It was our first kiss and sexual encounter, and all I could think about was how happy I was that I had finally gathered my courage to straddle him. I had made the first move and was rewarded with his eager lips and hands.
When I leaned away from the kiss, I gazed down at him with my kiss-swollen lips parted and my eyes heavily lidded as an orgasm built. I watched him watch me with dark eyes flared with desire as he brought me to the peak. He had the same look he gave me in the fields of Dreyma and the gathering hall while we drank when it turned from light-hearted to heavy and lustful.
As the orgasm began, the vision blurred, and I was suddenly on my back with him wedged between my legs. We were already joined with his enormous dick stretching me uncomfortably, like when he took my virginity. And in this memory, he took my virginity again.
The heels of my feet dug into his firm ass as he pounded into me, one of his hands between us rubbing my clit. My head swam, and my face flushed as I was sent into another orgasm.
His lips moved as he said something, and it looked important. The way his eyes roved over my face and narrowed a few times as he fucked harder into me. It had to be critical with some naughty talk if I knew Rune at all. But I couldn’t understand what he said. I could only hear my own thoughts and feeleverythinghe did to me with his body and words. I arched my back and tilted my head as I moved my hips with him, meeting every thrust to make him go deeper. I wanted to feel him to my very core. All I could think about was needing his essence. Desiring his soul to be with mine and finally be whole. It was something I saw other soulmates do. It was something I—
Like all the other visions, it was gone and replaced with something not so great. I ran outside with a sword in my hand and headed toward the danger of my people. Their screams filled the small village outside the city. When I heard the first scream, panic filled me along with guilt.
“How did they get here?”I heard the faint thought to myself.“How did I not see this?”
Turning the corner of a small home, I blocked a blow directed at a little girl who was only six summers. The clash of metal made her jump with a scream before she ran away to find safety. Glaring at the man who would harm a little girl, I kicked him in the dick with all of my strength. I smiled when my foot split him in half from his cock to his head. He only squealed for a second before Death took him.
