A Highland Betrothal by Emma Prince

Author:Emma Prince
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: 0
Published: 2017-08-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Holding his sword before them both, Graeme reached back and grabbed Anna by the arm. He shoved her hard.

“Get to my horse!” he shouted above the fray.

Anna’s mind was so flooded with fear that she could do naught but obey. She bolted to where the animals were tethered in the trees. The horses sidestepped wildly, their eyes rolling and their ears pulling back as the battle raged all around.

A new terror washed over her as she approached Graeme’s bay. What if she were trampled to death by the frightened beasts?

“Saddle and bridle him!” Graeme’s voice sliced through her panic. He was still backing up toward her, deflecting his attacker’s blows with his sword. As he shoved his opponent away, he darted a glance at her over his shoulder. “Now, Anna!”

There was no time to hesitate, no time to let her fears take over.

She grabbed the nearest saddle and hefted it up with a grunt. She was barely able to hoist it over the enormous bay’s high back, but the fear surging in her veins gave her added strength. With a nonsensical murmured word to soothe the horse, she bent and buckled the saddle under its belly.

The clang of Graeme’s sword against his enemy’s was growing louder. As Anna fumbled with the bridle, she dared a look in his direction. He was only a few paces away now, though he seemed to be fighting on his heels, defensively batting away his attacker’s advances.

Fingers trembling, Anna secured the bridle on the horse’s head and looped the reins over his neck.

With a sudden surge of strength and speed, Graeme went on the offensive, slashing out against his enemy. In two strokes, he’d overpowered the bandit, delivering a deadly slice across the man’s neck.

Graeme spun and bolted toward her as fast as his limp would allow.

“Grab hold of the pommel,” he ordered.

Anna wrapped both hands around the saddle’s pommel. One of Graeme’s big, rough palms was suddenly under her bottom, pushing her with great force up and onto the saddle.

His sword still drawn and dripping with blood, Graeme swung up behind her.

“MacKay!” Jerome’s bellow cut through the chaos and roar of the battle.

Anna’s gaze landed on Jerome, who stood in the middle of the melee. He, too, held a bloodied sword, and several of the bandits’ bodies lay sprawled around him.

To her relief, Anna noticed that her Munro and Ross guards were all still standing, whereas their attackers’ numbers were beginning to thin.

“What the bloody hell are ye doing, MacKay?” Jerome shouted, his dark eyes blazing with fury.

“I’m getting her out of here—to safety!” Graeme barked back.

With no further hesitation, she felt Graeme’s legs squeeze into the horse’s flanks. He slapped the reins with one hand, still brandishing his sword in case any of the bandits attacked them as they fled.

The bay surged forward, eager to escape the noise and turmoil of the skirmish.

Anna clung tightly to the pommel as the night-darkened forest blurred around them and they sped onward. Her heart hammered

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.