My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian
She stared at me for a long, quiet second, her dark eyes unblinking.
Then she started to laugh.
It wasn't a normal laugh. It was a dry, hacking cackle that seemed to rattle around in her chest like loose teeth. She laughed so hard she had to lean against the stable door, her shoulders shaking.
"Oh, gods," she gasped between cackles. "You really are a funny little man, aren't you?"
"I am serious!" I shouted, though it sounded more like a whine.
"Listen to yourself," Yvara said, her laughter dying down into a sharp, cruel grin. "You honestly think King Aldric is going to risk a border treaty, a trade alliance, and a war with the Butcher of the North because some Lord went missing in the woods?
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