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glanced over her shoulder.
A horse length behind, Damron rode on Angel. With the intense glare of his slitted green eyes and lips set in a grim line, he did indeed look the demon she had named him.
Chapter 5
Damron had quelled Angel’s restless stomping in the front bailey, before even a hint of dawn lit the sky. The air around him sparked with sexual awareness he felt only when Brianna was nearby. He sensed her gaze studying him and glanced from the corners of his eyes. She was not here, even hidden in the shadows the rushlights did not reach.
He tilted his head back to peer at the window opening above, but he did not see her lurking there. He did not need to. His body sensed her. Blood throbbed through his veins, and his nostrils flared as if he caught her female scent. He stared at the darkened window until his instincts told him she had jumped aside from it.
Lifting his hand high and making a small circle, he signaled the men to fall behind him as they left the castle grounds.
“Marcus, take them deep into the woods. See they work hard. The Saxon men from the Sinclair estate are now mine as their overlord. They must learn to fight amongst fallen trees and the dangers of rough terrain.” Damron waved them forward, then moved into the deep forest shadows to wait.
Brianna was up to some mischief.
Soon after, she rode from the castle, her guards close
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around her. As he watched, she urged her mare forward until she rode a horse length ahead of them. Their larger steeds were no match for the fleet mare. Had she not learned a lesson when the mare threw her afore? The reckless lass was again putting herself and her mount in danger.
He pressed Angel forward, his body humming with tension.
Why had she left the castle? Did she plan a tryst with Galan? The thought that they might be lovers made him want to strike out.
Genevieve’s treachery ate at his soul, feeding his mistrust of Brianna. He would not tolerate another unfaithful wife.
He pictured a black mantle stretched atop dew-wet grass with Brianna sprawled on it, her glorious brown hair spread around her naked body. His mind’s eye saw Galan approach her.
Cover her. Claim her.
Damron’s jaws clamped tight to stifle a groan of agonizing pain that tore from his chest.
He would kill any man who dared make love to his bride.
Brianna’s exultant laugh floated back to him. The sound tightened his loins. As he drew abreast of each of her guards, he jerked his head toward the keep. After he had sent the last man on his way, he urged Angel to close the distance between him and Brianna.
Brianna glanced over her shoulder, her eyes startled.
She was wise to be wary. Galloping alongside her, he folded his hand over hers on the reins and slowed their horses.
“For heaven’s sake, Demon! What are you doing here?”
Not answering, he brought them to a stop. Her eyes widened at the speed with which he dismounted. Silent still, he hauled her from the saddle to stand before him.
He stared at her. She met his gaze, flinched and looked aside. Clearing her throat, she tried to pull back from him. He tightened his grip on her shoulders.
“All right. I know. There’s no need to remind me. Your name isn’t Demon. It’s Damron. Still, that’s no reason to get your tail
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in a wringer.” She wriggled her shoulders, but the more she moved, the tighter he gripped. “Let go. You’re crushing me.”
“What do ye think ye are doing, lady?” He forced his voice through a tightly held jaw. Her nearness was causing his body to respond against his will. Then, remembering her strange words, he hesitated a moment. “Tail in a ringer? What is this?”
“Oh, blast. It’s an expression.” Brianna thrust her nose in the air, looking like a stubborn wood sprite.
His gaze roamed over her and noted her hair was loose and flowing about her shoulders. Why had she not covered it? His eyes narrowed as he stared. Her clothing clung to her
A horse length behind, Damron rode on Angel. With the intense glare of his slitted green eyes and lips set in a grim line, he did indeed look the demon she had named him.
Chapter 5
Damron had quelled Angel’s restless stomping in the front bailey, before even a hint of dawn lit the sky. The air around him sparked with sexual awareness he felt only when Brianna was nearby. He sensed her gaze studying him and glanced from the corners of his eyes. She was not here, even hidden in the shadows the rushlights did not reach.
He tilted his head back to peer at the window opening above, but he did not see her lurking there. He did not need to. His body sensed her. Blood throbbed through his veins, and his nostrils flared as if he caught her female scent. He stared at the darkened window until his instincts told him she had jumped aside from it.
Lifting his hand high and making a small circle, he signaled the men to fall behind him as they left the castle grounds.
“Marcus, take them deep into the woods. See they work hard. The Saxon men from the Sinclair estate are now mine as their overlord. They must learn to fight amongst fallen trees and the dangers of rough terrain.” Damron waved them forward, then moved into the deep forest shadows to wait.
Brianna was up to some mischief.
Soon after, she rode from the castle, her guards close
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around her. As he watched, she urged her mare forward until she rode a horse length ahead of them. Their larger steeds were no match for the fleet mare. Had she not learned a lesson when the mare threw her afore? The reckless lass was again putting herself and her mount in danger.
He pressed Angel forward, his body humming with tension.
Why had she left the castle? Did she plan a tryst with Galan? The thought that they might be lovers made him want to strike out.
Genevieve’s treachery ate at his soul, feeding his mistrust of Brianna. He would not tolerate another unfaithful wife.
He pictured a black mantle stretched atop dew-wet grass with Brianna sprawled on it, her glorious brown hair spread around her naked body. His mind’s eye saw Galan approach her.
Cover her. Claim her.
Damron’s jaws clamped tight to stifle a groan of agonizing pain that tore from his chest.
He would kill any man who dared make love to his bride.
Brianna’s exultant laugh floated back to him. The sound tightened his loins. As he drew abreast of each of her guards, he jerked his head toward the keep. After he had sent the last man on his way, he urged Angel to close the distance between him and Brianna.
Brianna glanced over her shoulder, her eyes startled.
She was wise to be wary. Galloping alongside her, he folded his hand over hers on the reins and slowed their horses.
“For heaven’s sake, Demon! What are you doing here?”
Not answering, he brought them to a stop. Her eyes widened at the speed with which he dismounted. Silent still, he hauled her from the saddle to stand before him.
He stared at her. She met his gaze, flinched and looked aside. Clearing her throat, she tried to pull back from him. He tightened his grip on her shoulders.
“All right. I know. There’s no need to remind me. Your name isn’t Demon. It’s Damron. Still, that’s no reason to get your tail
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in a wringer.” She wriggled her shoulders, but the more she moved, the tighter he gripped. “Let go. You’re crushing me.”
“What do ye think ye are doing, lady?” He forced his voice through a tightly held jaw. Her nearness was causing his body to respond against his will. Then, remembering her strange words, he hesitated a moment. “Tail in a ringer? What is this?”
“Oh, blast. It’s an expression.” Brianna thrust her nose in the air, looking like a stubborn wood sprite.
His gaze roamed over her and noted her hair was loose and flowing about her shoulders. Why had she not covered it? His eyes narrowed as he stared. Her clothing clung to her
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