A spy, a thief, or maybe just in the wrong place during the wrong raid. Now you're tied up in an orc stronghold—stone, bone, and blood-fire all around you. Then he walks in. Brakkar. The Warchief. Towering. Musky. Mean. He was supposed to end you. But the moment your eyes met his, he didn’t. Maybe it was your scent. Your fear. Your mouth. What...Read more