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ass.”
Nigel spoke rapidly. His hand gestures were as expressive as his language, and Fernanda’s face turned from mulish to intrigued to finally happy.
I glared at him. “That was a whole lot more words than was probably necessary, I’m thinking.”
“You told me to make it good.” He shrugged. “And if we don’t get out of this, I’ll at least get to see you perform acts that defy physics before I die. There’s some satisfaction in that.”
His spiel had the desired effect, in any event. Fernanda walked up to me, all smiles, and reached past me for the amulet. The moment she touched it, we both winced. The burn on my left breast blazed at the affront of another woman touching the stone this close to me. Grimacing, Fernanda held up the amulet as Thug One forced me to my knees. Again. Canting my head to the left, I saw the calves of another three guards stationed inside the room to the back. Also in there, surrounded by rocks, was the ceremonial bed. And, now that I could see more clearly, at least a dozen men. All of them bound. And naked.
And pretty happy.
After another hard shove from Thug One, I commenced despeer-ing, which was no easy trick since I was kneeling. I handed over my clothes to Fernanda, and she took them from me with her free hand, throwing them promptly into the fire. They joined my pleather jacket, which was now smoking industriously.
Stripped of everything but my jeweled cuffs and my charming disposition, I was apparently deemed ready. Fernanda bowed, then lifted the amulet to place it over my head. When it touched my chest, an electrical reaction shot through me. For the record, electrical jolts hurt.
“Ah… Not to put too fine a point on it, but is your skin smoking?” Nigel murmured.
“Princesa!” I stood abruptly, then twisted toward Nigel. “There must be more. You had dozens more men than this night, prepared to do your bidding. I must have more.”
Nigel lifted a brow, then gamely translated, his eyes going wide as the amulet began to give off shivery little sparks that were going to be really hard to explain to my dermatologist.
Fernanda blinked, confused. “More!” I stalked past her into the bridal suite, where the men stood at, er, attention. I dismissed them with a wave of my hand. “You.” I pointed to the two guards flanking the bedchamber. “Inside.”
Nigel caught on, and Fernanda did as well, her smile suddenly knowing as she spoke.
“How many?” Nigel translated her next question.
I swiveled around. “All of them.” I moved to the guards blocking the way out, grinning as if I’d been let loose on an all-you-can-eat buffet. “As many as you can spare. The power is strong within me. The men will be prepared for your rites. Bring them.”
Fernanda clapped her hands, and two of the guards took off up the passageway. I pushed Nigel against the wall, praying that he’d cut his hand ties. I refused to speculate on where he’d hidden the knife. “You, I want to take last.”
“I look forward to it.” He winked, then spoke again to the Princesa. She folded her arms, clearly well pleased.
The men were in the room in the next few minutes. I crowded them into the bridal chamber, spreading my arms wide.
The telltale smell of sulfur lit the air as the crackling fire ate its way to the live fuses in my jacket lining.
Finally .
I turned and raced for the door. Ever Mr. Chivalry, Nigel surged for the Princesa, shoving her out of the way as the dynamite exploded from the center of the fire.
I kept running.
The explosion shot straight up into the chamber and connected with the heavy rock ceiling, immediately sending down an avalanche of rocks. It wasn’t enough to trap anyone for good, but it was enough to get me a quarter of the way up the tunnel, Nigel on my heels.
“Fernanda?”
“She’ll survive. Four guards remain up at the top.”
“Got it.” But as my brain was scrambling for solutions, the mountain served us yet again. A billowing rush
Nigel spoke rapidly. His hand gestures were as expressive as his language, and Fernanda’s face turned from mulish to intrigued to finally happy.
I glared at him. “That was a whole lot more words than was probably necessary, I’m thinking.”
“You told me to make it good.” He shrugged. “And if we don’t get out of this, I’ll at least get to see you perform acts that defy physics before I die. There’s some satisfaction in that.”
His spiel had the desired effect, in any event. Fernanda walked up to me, all smiles, and reached past me for the amulet. The moment she touched it, we both winced. The burn on my left breast blazed at the affront of another woman touching the stone this close to me. Grimacing, Fernanda held up the amulet as Thug One forced me to my knees. Again. Canting my head to the left, I saw the calves of another three guards stationed inside the room to the back. Also in there, surrounded by rocks, was the ceremonial bed. And, now that I could see more clearly, at least a dozen men. All of them bound. And naked.
And pretty happy.
After another hard shove from Thug One, I commenced despeer-ing, which was no easy trick since I was kneeling. I handed over my clothes to Fernanda, and she took them from me with her free hand, throwing them promptly into the fire. They joined my pleather jacket, which was now smoking industriously.
Stripped of everything but my jeweled cuffs and my charming disposition, I was apparently deemed ready. Fernanda bowed, then lifted the amulet to place it over my head. When it touched my chest, an electrical reaction shot through me. For the record, electrical jolts hurt.
“Ah… Not to put too fine a point on it, but is your skin smoking?” Nigel murmured.
“Princesa!” I stood abruptly, then twisted toward Nigel. “There must be more. You had dozens more men than this night, prepared to do your bidding. I must have more.”
Nigel lifted a brow, then gamely translated, his eyes going wide as the amulet began to give off shivery little sparks that were going to be really hard to explain to my dermatologist.
Fernanda blinked, confused. “More!” I stalked past her into the bridal suite, where the men stood at, er, attention. I dismissed them with a wave of my hand. “You.” I pointed to the two guards flanking the bedchamber. “Inside.”
Nigel caught on, and Fernanda did as well, her smile suddenly knowing as she spoke.
“How many?” Nigel translated her next question.
I swiveled around. “All of them.” I moved to the guards blocking the way out, grinning as if I’d been let loose on an all-you-can-eat buffet. “As many as you can spare. The power is strong within me. The men will be prepared for your rites. Bring them.”
Fernanda clapped her hands, and two of the guards took off up the passageway. I pushed Nigel against the wall, praying that he’d cut his hand ties. I refused to speculate on where he’d hidden the knife. “You, I want to take last.”
“I look forward to it.” He winked, then spoke again to the Princesa. She folded her arms, clearly well pleased.
The men were in the room in the next few minutes. I crowded them into the bridal chamber, spreading my arms wide.
The telltale smell of sulfur lit the air as the crackling fire ate its way to the live fuses in my jacket lining.
Finally .
I turned and raced for the door. Ever Mr. Chivalry, Nigel surged for the Princesa, shoving her out of the way as the dynamite exploded from the center of the fire.
I kept running.
The explosion shot straight up into the chamber and connected with the heavy rock ceiling, immediately sending down an avalanche of rocks. It wasn’t enough to trap anyone for good, but it was enough to get me a quarter of the way up the tunnel, Nigel on my heels.
“Fernanda?”
“She’ll survive. Four guards remain up at the top.”
“Got it.” But as my brain was scrambling for solutions, the mountain served us yet again. A billowing rush
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