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his hand upon her arm. She looked from the side of her eyes as he loomed over her from behind, and wondered what he planned to do.
“Squire, leave us,” he spat, and she heard the footsteps of Trumble hurrying out of the room and closing the door behind him.
“Now,” he said in a low voice. “Tell me everything Hecuba said.”
She turned her head away from him and closed her eyes, feeling the heat of his breath on her neck. His hold was surprisingly gentle instead of the harsh grip she’d expected. With his image blocked from her mind, his deep voice and gentle hold was oddly alluring.
“She – she said you were turning into a beast and that I could not change you.”
“God’s eyes,” he spat and let go of her arm. When she looked back over her shoulder, she saw his palm covering his face. Then she saw him wince in pain, and when he removed his hand from his face his eyes were closed and he didn’t look half as threatening. “Did she . . . say anything else?”
“No. Not really. Now, can I have my book back?”
She almost thought for a moment he was going to consider it. That is, until his hand ran over his head next, and his fingers gripped at the tufts of hair.
“Nay, you cannot!” he spat and headed for the door. “You will go hungry tonight to pay for what you did, and maybe tomorrow and the next day as well.” He stormed out of the room and closed the door and she heard the sound of the key turning in the lock – making her a prisoner again in the place she had once called home.
Stefan laid his forehead against the door, not caring that he was putting pressure on his stitches and it hurt like hell. What was happening to him? Why was this anger surfacing in him, and was he really turning into a beast, just like the witch had predicted?
Damn, he just needed to think, but didn’t want to go out into the courtyard, or for that matter leave the castle either. He was defenseless at the moment until his brother, MacKay, would return with mercenaries. He now regretted sending his other brothers, their armies, and his father away.
He decided to go up to the battlements and hopefully clear the confusion from his head. Because he seemed as if he were really turning into a beast, and he would take his own life rather than live trapped inside the body of a beast forever.
Chapter 6
Bonnibel found herself in a fog, running from something evil that chased her through the forest. She held the hem of her skirt up high as she ran for her life. Her soft slippers did nothing to protect her feet from the rocky ground, and she stumbled and fell, sprawling out over the dirt.
The sound of a wolf howling in the distance made her heart beat faster, and when she looked up she saw her father in the distance, on horseback, tied and gagged, being led away by soldiers up a hill. Then she heard a growling noise and looked up to see the face of a wolf. She screamed, and just as it was about to attack her, Stefan stepped out of the shadows and scooped her up into his arms.
She was afraid at first, but when she looked up into his eyes, she saw him in a different light. There was a softness inside his bright blue orbs – a true caring feeling, and when she looked again, his hair was long, his scars were gone, and he was a handsome, chivalrous knight.
A scraping sound distracted her, and she looked over her shoulder, though she felt safe and comfortable in his embrace. Then the fog enshrouded her and she could no longer see Stefan.
The vision faded from her sight and her eyes drifted open, and she found herself lying upon her pallet in her own chamber. She sighed, realizing it was naught more than a dream.
“My lady? Are you awake?” It was the voice of Sibeal as she scurried out of the secret chamber with a basket over her arm and a lit candle in her hand. “I’ve brought you food and wine.” She put the basket on the bed and the candle on the table.
“Thank you,” she said, sitting up and
“Squire, leave us,” he spat, and she heard the footsteps of Trumble hurrying out of the room and closing the door behind him.
“Now,” he said in a low voice. “Tell me everything Hecuba said.”
She turned her head away from him and closed her eyes, feeling the heat of his breath on her neck. His hold was surprisingly gentle instead of the harsh grip she’d expected. With his image blocked from her mind, his deep voice and gentle hold was oddly alluring.
“She – she said you were turning into a beast and that I could not change you.”
“God’s eyes,” he spat and let go of her arm. When she looked back over her shoulder, she saw his palm covering his face. Then she saw him wince in pain, and when he removed his hand from his face his eyes were closed and he didn’t look half as threatening. “Did she . . . say anything else?”
“No. Not really. Now, can I have my book back?”
She almost thought for a moment he was going to consider it. That is, until his hand ran over his head next, and his fingers gripped at the tufts of hair.
“Nay, you cannot!” he spat and headed for the door. “You will go hungry tonight to pay for what you did, and maybe tomorrow and the next day as well.” He stormed out of the room and closed the door and she heard the sound of the key turning in the lock – making her a prisoner again in the place she had once called home.
Stefan laid his forehead against the door, not caring that he was putting pressure on his stitches and it hurt like hell. What was happening to him? Why was this anger surfacing in him, and was he really turning into a beast, just like the witch had predicted?
Damn, he just needed to think, but didn’t want to go out into the courtyard, or for that matter leave the castle either. He was defenseless at the moment until his brother, MacKay, would return with mercenaries. He now regretted sending his other brothers, their armies, and his father away.
He decided to go up to the battlements and hopefully clear the confusion from his head. Because he seemed as if he were really turning into a beast, and he would take his own life rather than live trapped inside the body of a beast forever.
Chapter 6
Bonnibel found herself in a fog, running from something evil that chased her through the forest. She held the hem of her skirt up high as she ran for her life. Her soft slippers did nothing to protect her feet from the rocky ground, and she stumbled and fell, sprawling out over the dirt.
The sound of a wolf howling in the distance made her heart beat faster, and when she looked up she saw her father in the distance, on horseback, tied and gagged, being led away by soldiers up a hill. Then she heard a growling noise and looked up to see the face of a wolf. She screamed, and just as it was about to attack her, Stefan stepped out of the shadows and scooped her up into his arms.
She was afraid at first, but when she looked up into his eyes, she saw him in a different light. There was a softness inside his bright blue orbs – a true caring feeling, and when she looked again, his hair was long, his scars were gone, and he was a handsome, chivalrous knight.
A scraping sound distracted her, and she looked over her shoulder, though she felt safe and comfortable in his embrace. Then the fog enshrouded her and she could no longer see Stefan.
The vision faded from her sight and her eyes drifted open, and she found herself lying upon her pallet in her own chamber. She sighed, realizing it was naught more than a dream.
“My lady? Are you awake?” It was the voice of Sibeal as she scurried out of the secret chamber with a basket over her arm and a lit candle in her hand. “I’ve brought you food and wine.” She put the basket on the bed and the candle on the table.
“Thank you,” she said, sitting up and
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