Blind Sided: Book 4 of the Irish End Games by Kiernan-Lewis Susan

Author:Kiernan-Lewis, Susan [Kiernan-Lewis, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: San Marco Press
Published: 2015-02-10T16:00:00+00:00

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As soon as the Wicker Man began to lumber toward Sarah, she knew she was seeing something man-made. She held a stick she had been using as a makeshift cane but it would be of little use in defending herself.

That didn’t appear to be necessary. In fact, it seemed as if the Wicker Man had come to the abrupt end of its abilities. It stood forty feet from her, branches and leaves jutting out from its head making it look unkempt and wild. It was the huddle of five men behind the wooden structure who were the source of its motion.

Had they been following her?

Was John with them?

“Oy, Missus,” one of the men yelled to her. “Will ye come gentle or no?”

“Where?” she responded, surprised her voice wasn’t shaking. The men came closer, leaving the Wicker Man leaning against a tree. They were bearded and dirty, their clothes barely more than rags. Two of them were barefooted.

“Cormac will have a word,” one of the men said. His beard covered his mouth such that it looked like his lips weren’t moving. He held out a hand, the nails cracked and thick with grime. It’s as if a bunch of homeless people decided to go camping…

Ignoring the outstretched hand, Sarah said “Lead. I will follow you.”

Was she a prisoner? Did it matter? Isn’t this what she wanted? To get answers? Otherwise, she was just wandering aimlessly in the woods.

Hopelessly.

They turned and walked in the direction the men had come, far from any semblance of a path, right though the thickest part of the woods. Sarah noticed they pushed into the bushes and were careful not to cut or rip the foliage as they went.

She also noticed that the Wicker Man had mysteriously disappeared while she had been talking to them.

Two men led the way and the other three followed behind Sarah. She moved slowly, favoring her injured knee. A part of her believed she was getting closer to John, that every step she took was bringing her closer. She jabbed the ground with her make-shift cane and strained to keep up with the man in the lead. But when she faltered because of an unseen root or had to stop and rest, nobody seemed to mind. The fact that she was coming with them seemed to be all that mattered. The light in the sky was dimming as the afternoon turned to early evening. They walked for over an hour.

How did they know I was in that part of the woods? How did they know how to find me?

At one point, the leader paused and spoke to Sarah. It was dark enough that she could only see his form, not his face, but his eyes glittered white in the gloom.

“Are ye armed?” he asked.

“No,” Sarah said. “Just me and my big stick.”

He signaled to the men behind her and she felt strong hands grip her elbows and arms. She allowed them to pull and maneuver her the rest of the way.

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