Wanted by the Orc Warchief (Orcs of the Iron Wilds #2)

An archivist with a secret. A warchief who can smell every lie. A mountain that remembers what kingdoms tried to forget.

I spent nine years in the Royal Archive making myself small. Quiet hands, quiet voice, quiet body in a kingdom that had no use for any of it. I told myself I preferred the documents to the people.

Then the Mountain Clan opened their archives to a human scholar, and I volunteered before I could talk myself out of it.

I told my superiors I was going to study orc records. I didn't tell them I was looking for my brother.

The Warchief met me at the gate. Seven and a half feet of him. Scarred. Silent. And he could smell every thought I'd ever had about him before I'd finished crossing the threshold.

He keeps the names of his dead. So do I.

And the longer I stay in his fortress, the harder it gets to remember why I ever planned to leave.