Dark Warrior by Donna Fletcher

Author:Donna Fletcher [Fletcher, Donna]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: C429, Extratorrents, Kat
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

“Missing someone?” Decimus stepped out of the shadows.

Mary glared at him. “My parents.”

“Your tongue is quick.”

She amended his accusation. “My tongue is truthful.”

He stepped closer, his dark eyes narrowing, his nostrils flaring. “You have much to learn.”

“We all do.”

He walked over to her, his hands grabbing her by the shoulders. “You will learn the truth once you wed me.”

“The truth defines itself.”

“As you will learn.” He shoved her away from him. “You have kept me waiting.”

“I was more tired than I thought and meant to rest only a moment. I am sorry for delaying our discussion.”

He seemed appeased by her apology, though she never actually apologized to him. She regretted wasting precious time on sleep more than she regretted speaking with him and discovering anything she could that might help free her of him.

“We will talk here,” he said and turned his back to her. “Finish dressing.”

She made haste to don the dark green tunic Reena left lying across the foot of the bed and snatched the soft tan leather boots from the floor to slip on. She ran her fingers through her damp hair, knowing there was not much that could be done with it, and finished by knotting a thin leather belt around her waist.

“May I offer you a drink or food?” she asked, letting him know she was now presentable.

“Wine,” he said and took a seat by the fireplace.

She handed him a goblet of wine.

He took it, stared at the red liquid, sipped, then sipped again before he said, “You may sit.”

Mary knew patience would be her strongest ally when dealing with Decimus. And she would need to remind herself daily of it. She chose the small stool nearer the hearth, feeling chilled.

Was it her own mixed emotions that caused the shivers? Or was it Decimus?

“It is good you know your place.”

“Perhaps you should define my place,” she said, hasty to add, “so that I know for certain what is expected of me.”

“Obedience in all things.”

His dark eyes heated with pleasure at the thought, and she noticed then how richly defined his features were, with high cheekbones that appeared sculpted, a narrow face that defined a rounded chin and narrow lips that showed not a sign of a smile. If he were not so loathsome a creature, he would be a handsome man.

“It is good that you are attentive,” he said, mistaking her introspection for attentiveness. “It is one less thing you need to be taught.”

“Why wed me if I burden you?”

He leaned forward, his face close to hers. “Did I give you permission to ask questions?”

He spoke with a cold harshness that chilled and unnerved. Her shivers increased and she dropped her hands to her sides to grasp the edge of the stool. She hoped the fire’s warmth would at least toast her trembling hands and send warmth through the rest of her body, easing her shivers.

When she dutifully remained silent, he leaned back in his seat. “You are nothing compared to the burdens I carry.

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