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soft. “Thank you for the music you offered us.”
    “No, stand.” She pulled him to his feet and shook her head. This was only supposed to be a brief introduction so she could apologize to Kol. Not a request that they thank her.
    If there was a poster boy for the proudest father on Earth, it was Raknar as he nodded. “You are right son.” His eyes met hers. “Thank you, Amber.”
    The king nodded at the boy. “Heidrek.” Then he nodded at Amber. “Your music was beautiful. On behalf of my people, I thank you.”
    “My pleasure.” Amber smiled, a little shy beneath their avid evaluation. “It was fun.”
    Then she was introduced to a pretty blond named Meyla who was Naðr’s daughter and her husband, a Scotsman named Valan. Few words were exchanged before they politely returned to a previous conversation.
    Kol muttered something under his breath and her eyes shot to his. She supposed now was the time to offer that apology but the words died on her lips when he pulled two women onto his lap.
    When the king frowned at him, Kol merely shrugged, his eyes never leaving Amber’s. “Did you wish to say something to me, woman?”
    Not petulant by nature, Amber decided he was making the best move possible. After all, she wasn’t here to hook up with him…and she had kneed him in the balls. So she cleared her throat and behaved like an adult. “I wanted to say I’m sorry.” She offered a small grin and tried to ignore the beautiful women fawning all over him. “I tend to get a little overprotective of instruments.”
    “Not all instruments,” he remarked.
    Her brows perked. Had he just referred to his penis as an instrument? Then again, she imagined he could create his own brand of music with it. “Well, at least the ones I play…I mean handle…touch…” Awe, hell. She shook her head and looked skyward. “You know what I mean.”
    Clearly baffled, the king and Raknar looked from Amber to Kol.
    Kol had a firm hand on his women’s thighs and if she wasn’t mistaken, a challenge in his gaze.
    She wasn’t about to give him what he hoped for. If there was one thing she more than understood, it was the freedom to live and let love. Did she feel a little twinge of something close to jealousy? Maybe. But she certainly wouldn’t admit it. She couldn’t stand that emotion and had dealt with it far too often over the years. The only one who ever seemed all right with her particular nature was Sean. If he was ever jealous, he kept it well hidden.
    Kol finally nodded and though he didn’t quite smile, his eyes softened. “I’ll be sure to protect myself before I pull you into my arms again.”
    This was the perfect time to end the conversation and walk away, but she just couldn’t seem to do it.
    “I think the best way to protect yourself is to skip pulling me into your arms to begin with,” she pointed out.
    “Perhaps,” he murmured, promise darkening his eyes. “But where’s the fun in that?”
    So it was the challenge he liked. Her eyes lowered to his groin, well covered by the women on his lap. Heck, if flirtatious words didn’t fall out of her mouth. “I guess you’ll never know with them in the way.”
    Primal heat gathered in his eyes and one of the women started to croon. Obviously, something beneath her had changed and Amber had a good idea what that was. This was definitely her cue to end the conversation.
    Heidrek had sat on Raknar’s lap so she nodded at him, then said her goodbyes to the men before she headed into the crowd to explore. She didn’t get far before a tall, fierce-looking man with braids interwoven in his hair and beard pulled her into a dance.
    “You are as pretty as your sisters,” he grunted with approval.
    It took finesse to keep his hands from roaming where they shouldn’t. “Thanks. And you are?”
    “They call me Asmund.” He grinned. “Your sister, Veronica, calls me Wandering Hands.”
    “Ah.” Amber smiled and moved his hand from her butt to her waist. “I