Raweg and the rest of the men dropped to their knees. Only Cato remained standing, his eyes fixed onto Eithne’s. She stared directly into his soul, and he felt the discomfort of being read. He could tell she enjoyed seeing people squirm under the pressure of her gaze, but he would not give in. She must have realized his determination because she quickly looked down at all the kneeling Iceni warriors and eyed Raweg particularly.
“Well, go on then,” Eithne urged. “Make your challenge. I’m sure this problem can be resolved with the spilling of blood.”
She smiled as the word blood exited her lips. Like she enjoyed the taste. This woman was a true monster, Cato thought to himself. For the first time since their bond, Skoll remained quiet. Cato felt his heartbeat in his chest, this time out of fear. There was something in the way that Skoll kept quiet that told him the wolf was hiding from Eithne’s piercing gaze.
Raweg was the first to rise to his feet.