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care for her.”
“I would see her to one of your brothers. They would aid her.”
“Perchance you are right, Thomas. As much as it pains me, we must play along with this ruse. Ensure Elizabeth thinks I despise her. Once Connor is safe and I fetch her back, then I will explain all.”
Thomas pursed his lips. “Women are mercurial creatures. ’Tis not wise for her not to know what you are plotting. We should tell her. A future girl would understand your reasons.”
Robert shook his head. “No. She must believe I cannot stand the sight of her.”
“You care for her.”
“Nay. I would aid her. See her back home. Nothing more.”
Thomas raised a brow. “I will remind you of this when she’s throwing her trencher at your head.”
Did a man wait for her? The thought of another man possessing her made Robert see black.
Chapter Thirteen
If only Elizabeth hadn’t opened the magazine, perhaps things would have turned out differently. Sunshine would bring over pizza and help her figure out what to do for a living. No more jail time, and under no circumstances of any kind would she find herself locked up in a dungeon of a castle. Especially while the infuriating owner pranced around as if he fancied himself some kind of medieval lord.
“This is an adventure. Find the fun.” Her voice echoed on the stone as she remembered the advice her mom gave her whenever something didn’t go well. “Hello? If there’s a dragon down here, it would be fun if you’d turn Robert the conceited jerk into beef jerky.”
Didn’t dragons like gold? She didn’t have any, but she could probably find Robert’s stash and give it to the dragon in return for flying her out of here.
She kicked the pallet and watched the cloud of dust filter down through the dim light. There weren’t any windows; the only light came from the torches around the walls. Torches. Why not electric lights down here? From everything she’d seen, the castle had been updated with electricity. Well, most of it. The chamber she’d snuck into didn’t have a light switch. It was possible the owner hadn’t gotten around to updating the basement. Or, more likely, this idiot had deluded himself into thinking he was living in the past.
When she shook the blanket covering her tiny bed, she sneezed. Even as a child she’d made her bed every day. Couldn’t stand the sight of a wrinkle-rumpled mess. As she shook the blanket once more, a few twigs went flying and she heard a squeak. A mouse scurried through the bars to freedom.
“Wish I could fit through those.”
Her voice was loud in the silence. She heard a soft chuckle from the man stationed near the stairway. He was the same guy who’d been there last night when Robert threw her in here. The guy coughed and pretended he hadn’t laughed. Maybe he would help?
“Excuse me? You over there.”
The man came toward her and she looked hard at him. The clothing he wore looked authentic. It must have cost a boatload. And his sword looked pointy and sharp. The first tremors of unease flowed through her, but she ruthlessly pushed them away.
“Mistress?”
“Can I get some water? And when am I getting out of here?”
The man scratched his ear. “Water? ’Tis not safe to drink. I will fetch you some ale.” He cleared his throat. “You cannot leave. My lord says you are to stay and I am to guard you.”
At least he left to fetch her something to drink. The man came back and handed her the cup of beer. He also handed her food in a wooden bowl. Some kind of stew and a chunk of bread. It was the bread that made her examine every moment from the time she’d woken to find Robert in her bed.
The bread had a few tiny pebbles in it. As far she knew, there was nowhere in England where she would expect to be served rocks in the bread. The man’s speech was odd, and up close his clothing looked handmade. Maybe they had a seamstress on the payroll that made the clothing by hand?
“Thank you for the beer and
“I would see her to one of your brothers. They would aid her.”
“Perchance you are right, Thomas. As much as it pains me, we must play along with this ruse. Ensure Elizabeth thinks I despise her. Once Connor is safe and I fetch her back, then I will explain all.”
Thomas pursed his lips. “Women are mercurial creatures. ’Tis not wise for her not to know what you are plotting. We should tell her. A future girl would understand your reasons.”
Robert shook his head. “No. She must believe I cannot stand the sight of her.”
“You care for her.”
“Nay. I would aid her. See her back home. Nothing more.”
Thomas raised a brow. “I will remind you of this when she’s throwing her trencher at your head.”
Did a man wait for her? The thought of another man possessing her made Robert see black.
Chapter Thirteen
If only Elizabeth hadn’t opened the magazine, perhaps things would have turned out differently. Sunshine would bring over pizza and help her figure out what to do for a living. No more jail time, and under no circumstances of any kind would she find herself locked up in a dungeon of a castle. Especially while the infuriating owner pranced around as if he fancied himself some kind of medieval lord.
“This is an adventure. Find the fun.” Her voice echoed on the stone as she remembered the advice her mom gave her whenever something didn’t go well. “Hello? If there’s a dragon down here, it would be fun if you’d turn Robert the conceited jerk into beef jerky.”
Didn’t dragons like gold? She didn’t have any, but she could probably find Robert’s stash and give it to the dragon in return for flying her out of here.
She kicked the pallet and watched the cloud of dust filter down through the dim light. There weren’t any windows; the only light came from the torches around the walls. Torches. Why not electric lights down here? From everything she’d seen, the castle had been updated with electricity. Well, most of it. The chamber she’d snuck into didn’t have a light switch. It was possible the owner hadn’t gotten around to updating the basement. Or, more likely, this idiot had deluded himself into thinking he was living in the past.
When she shook the blanket covering her tiny bed, she sneezed. Even as a child she’d made her bed every day. Couldn’t stand the sight of a wrinkle-rumpled mess. As she shook the blanket once more, a few twigs went flying and she heard a squeak. A mouse scurried through the bars to freedom.
“Wish I could fit through those.”
Her voice was loud in the silence. She heard a soft chuckle from the man stationed near the stairway. He was the same guy who’d been there last night when Robert threw her in here. The guy coughed and pretended he hadn’t laughed. Maybe he would help?
“Excuse me? You over there.”
The man came toward her and she looked hard at him. The clothing he wore looked authentic. It must have cost a boatload. And his sword looked pointy and sharp. The first tremors of unease flowed through her, but she ruthlessly pushed them away.
“Mistress?”
“Can I get some water? And when am I getting out of here?”
The man scratched his ear. “Water? ’Tis not safe to drink. I will fetch you some ale.” He cleared his throat. “You cannot leave. My lord says you are to stay and I am to guard you.”
At least he left to fetch her something to drink. The man came back and handed her the cup of beer. He also handed her food in a wooden bowl. Some kind of stew and a chunk of bread. It was the bread that made her examine every moment from the time she’d woken to find Robert in her bed.
The bread had a few tiny pebbles in it. As far she knew, there was nowhere in England where she would expect to be served rocks in the bread. The man’s speech was odd, and up close his clothing looked handmade. Maybe they had a seamstress on the payroll that made the clothing by hand?
“Thank you for the beer and
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