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she asked.
“I won’t take you by force,” he told her. “But you will be married to me in the morning. I will take your maidenhead, and all the world will know you are mine. It would not be wise to refuse me on our wedding night. Now I suggest we both get some sleep, as it has been a long day.”
Drake settled upon the bed, and just like a man, he instantly fell into a deep slumber. She watched him lying there, so peaceful, so harmless. The great Dragon’s Son was almost like a little boy when he turned off the flames of anger and passion. She felt sorry for him in a way. He seemed so lost, so lonely. Just like her. Two lost souls searching for the half who would make them complete.
She felt the need to touch him, and gingerly reached out her hand to smooth a lock of hair from his face. His essence coursed through her and she could feel her need for him growing stronger. She, being of the elements, felt the fire of want and lustful desire stronger than anyone. And she knew if she stayed by him any longer, she would not be able to keep from wanting to satisfy that need. Her urge was too strong. She would never be able to refuse him. Her secret would be spilled, and her father’s lands and her title would be stripped from her forever.
If she didn’t leave here soon she may be trapped under his spell forever. Mayhap there was another way to reclaim her castle without having to marry him. He was asleep now, and there wasn’t a guard at the door. This was her moment to escape. She grabbed his tunic from the floor, pulling it over her to cover the burn in her gown. Then she took the jug of ale and stale trencher of bread he’d left, and made her way to the door.
She could be far away hidden in the hills of Lornoon before he even awoke. She’d steal a horse and be long gone from here when dawn broke. She’d go up to the hills and think things through. She’d figure out a way to gather up an army to go up against Drake and his men.
Mayhap she could gain respect by defeating Drake instead of having him by her side. Once the castle was hers, she’d ban him from her land forever. She would keep her horrible secret, and find a way to keep her castle as well.
She looked back to the bed, watching him slumber, then turned and pulled the door open without a squeak. The splintering of wood and a loud thump just above her hand made her stop in motion. She looked up to see her father’s ivory-handled dagger embedded deeply in the door.
“Don’t even think of leaving,” was all Drake said. “Now eat your food like a good girl and come to bed.”
She turned to see him still lying on his back, feet crossed and hands behind his head. She didn’t know when he’d picked up the dagger, or how he’d heard her leaving when he was in such a deep sleep. She reached for the dagger, planning on pulling it out of the wood and running down the hall, but his sword came flying at her next. The sound of the metal whizzing through the air and splitting the wood just next to the dagger echoed in her head. The fierce face of the dragon on the hilt of his sword stared at her in a threatening manner as the blade quivered back and forth.
“You attempt it again, and I’ll throw myself at you next.”
She exhaled the breath she didn’t know she was holding, and slowly closed the door.
Chapter 6
Brynn didn’t sleep much at all that night. She’d eaten her stale bread and drank her ale, then fell asleep on the chair at the far side of the room. She must have sat there for hours just watching the man sleeping on the bed. And every time she tried to get out of the chair, his eyes were open, warning her not to try to leave.
She reveled at the way the man knew what was going on around him, even when he was sleeping. A true trait of a warrior, she supposed. Always know what your enemy is doing. And that’s exactly how she felt right now. Like his enemy. This was no way to feel about the man she was going to marry in the
“I won’t take you by force,” he told her. “But you will be married to me in the morning. I will take your maidenhead, and all the world will know you are mine. It would not be wise to refuse me on our wedding night. Now I suggest we both get some sleep, as it has been a long day.”
Drake settled upon the bed, and just like a man, he instantly fell into a deep slumber. She watched him lying there, so peaceful, so harmless. The great Dragon’s Son was almost like a little boy when he turned off the flames of anger and passion. She felt sorry for him in a way. He seemed so lost, so lonely. Just like her. Two lost souls searching for the half who would make them complete.
She felt the need to touch him, and gingerly reached out her hand to smooth a lock of hair from his face. His essence coursed through her and she could feel her need for him growing stronger. She, being of the elements, felt the fire of want and lustful desire stronger than anyone. And she knew if she stayed by him any longer, she would not be able to keep from wanting to satisfy that need. Her urge was too strong. She would never be able to refuse him. Her secret would be spilled, and her father’s lands and her title would be stripped from her forever.
If she didn’t leave here soon she may be trapped under his spell forever. Mayhap there was another way to reclaim her castle without having to marry him. He was asleep now, and there wasn’t a guard at the door. This was her moment to escape. She grabbed his tunic from the floor, pulling it over her to cover the burn in her gown. Then she took the jug of ale and stale trencher of bread he’d left, and made her way to the door.
She could be far away hidden in the hills of Lornoon before he even awoke. She’d steal a horse and be long gone from here when dawn broke. She’d go up to the hills and think things through. She’d figure out a way to gather up an army to go up against Drake and his men.
Mayhap she could gain respect by defeating Drake instead of having him by her side. Once the castle was hers, she’d ban him from her land forever. She would keep her horrible secret, and find a way to keep her castle as well.
She looked back to the bed, watching him slumber, then turned and pulled the door open without a squeak. The splintering of wood and a loud thump just above her hand made her stop in motion. She looked up to see her father’s ivory-handled dagger embedded deeply in the door.
“Don’t even think of leaving,” was all Drake said. “Now eat your food like a good girl and come to bed.”
She turned to see him still lying on his back, feet crossed and hands behind his head. She didn’t know when he’d picked up the dagger, or how he’d heard her leaving when he was in such a deep sleep. She reached for the dagger, planning on pulling it out of the wood and running down the hall, but his sword came flying at her next. The sound of the metal whizzing through the air and splitting the wood just next to the dagger echoed in her head. The fierce face of the dragon on the hilt of his sword stared at her in a threatening manner as the blade quivered back and forth.
“You attempt it again, and I’ll throw myself at you next.”
She exhaled the breath she didn’t know she was holding, and slowly closed the door.
Chapter 6
Brynn didn’t sleep much at all that night. She’d eaten her stale bread and drank her ale, then fell asleep on the chair at the far side of the room. She must have sat there for hours just watching the man sleeping on the bed. And every time she tried to get out of the chair, his eyes were open, warning her not to try to leave.
She reveled at the way the man knew what was going on around him, even when he was sleeping. A true trait of a warrior, she supposed. Always know what your enemy is doing. And that’s exactly how she felt right now. Like his enemy. This was no way to feel about the man she was going to marry in the
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