I keep staring because it’s truly impressive, with rough-hewn logs, huge windows, and a chimney that must be six feet wide. Smoke rises from it, carrying the scent of burning wood.
“Rogan Overlook will want to meet you,” Keric explains. “Grant you formal sanctuary.”
My stomach clenches. “Now?”
“Now.”
“Can I have five minutes to?—”
“You look fine,” Keric says gently.
“I slept in these clothes.”
“You look beautiful.”
The sincerity in his voice makes my throat tight. I duck my head, hiding behind my hair that’s too short to hide behind. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not.” His thumb brushes over my knuckles. “Come on. The sooner we do this, the sooner I can get you to my cabin.”
His cabin?
Kelt parks in front of the Great Lodge. “Ready?”
No. Absolutely not.
But I nod anyway.
Chapter Four
Anna
My heart hammers as Kelt parks and we all climb out. The cold bites through my coat. I follow Keric up wide stone steps to enormous wooden doors carved with intricate designs—trees, mountains and what might be wolves or bears.
Kelt pushes the heavy doors open and warmth rushes out.
Inside, the Great Lodge is even more impressive, with vaulted ceilings, exposed beams and a fireplace big enough to roast a whole cow. Comfortable-looking furniture is scattered around with woven rugs underneath.
At least a dozen orcs are scattered throughout the space. All of them turn to stare when we enter.
At me.
I freeze.
Keric’s hand finds my lower back again, steadying. “It’s okay. They’re just curious.”
Curious. Right. I’m the new human, the one their scary Irontree brought home. Of course they’re staring.
A older orc approaches. He’s massive even by orc standards, with silver streaking his black hair and scars across his arms. His horns are thick and authority radiates from him like heat.
“Rogan Overlook,” Keric says formally. “This is Anna Lee.”
Rogan’s dark eyes study me, not unkindly, but thoroughly. “Keric vouches for you. That’s enough for me.” His voice is deep, resonant. “You’re under our protection now. No one will harm you here.”
“Thank you,” I manage. “I... I really appreciate?—”
“No need for speeches.” He waves a large hand. “You’re safe. That’s what matters. There’s no need for you to hide anymore. Welcome to the commune, Anna Lee.”
It’s the first time someone’s used my real name without it feeling like a threat. My vision blurs and I blink hard, refusing to cry in front of all these orcs. “Thank you,” I say again, quieter.
