Frowning, he checked his tattoo. The head of the serpent grinned maliciously. He twisted to inspect the inside of his bicep. The rune right above the unfinished tail glowed brilliant gold. That couldn’t be right.
He sucked in a deep breath.
The dark-haired woman could not be his sjaelsfraende, his true mate. He shook his head and turned his arm back over to stare at his hand. It was faint, but he could make out the tail of a serpent just above the wrist. It couldn’t be. The poison must be playing with his system.
While the premise was intriguing and drew me in, the severe lack of communication between Lief and Naya ruined the romance for me – too much duty, fate, and secrecy, not enough growth.
Recommendation: Read this if you’re a fan of Norse mythology and you love the idea of hunky Viking Warriors finding their fated mates!
(This ARC was generously provided through Net Galley for an honest review.)