Dodd, Christina & Connie Brockway by Once Upon A Pillow

Author:Once Upon A Pillow
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

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At the sight of Rion, Helwin gave a shriek that shattered the silence, but the shriek she released was more of a triumphant shout than a scream of fear.

Her attacker looked up. He released her and staggered backward. He tried to reach his saddlebag and draw his own sword.

And Helwin, damn the woman, picked up a stout branch and knocked the villain out cold with a blow to the back of the head.

Rion could have screamed himself. He had wanted to kill the man who had attacked his woman. But he couldn’t murder an unarmed, senseless man. “Damn you, Helwin,” he roared as he pulled up beside her.

“You should have let me handle this!”

“Why?” She almost danced with rage. The sun glinted off of her loose, blond hair, and her eyes snapped blue sparks. “You’re not the one who was kidnapped—again!—and this time almost killed.”

Dismounting, sword in hand, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine.” She pointed at the man on the ground. “Kill him!”

Rion liked her bloodthirsty demand. This was no milk-and-toast maiden who jumped at the sight of her shadow. She would make a fine bride for a mercenary warrior. “I’ll take him to the village magistrate.”

With his foot, Rion turned the fellow over. “Do you know him?”

“I do. He’s one of Uncle Carroll’s men.”

The news struck him like a blow. “So it’s true. Your uncle is trying to kill you.”

“Aye, the wretched knave!”

Rion hated to make such a decision, but he had no choice. “We’ll leave this blackguard here and ride back to Castle Masterson as fast as we can go.”

And accompanied by a thunder of hooves, Lord Smythwick rode over the hill. “I don’t believe you will, Lord Masterson.”

Of course. Lord Smythwick had come to personally make sure the foul deed was done.

He sat on his snowy-white gelding, surrounded by a dozen liveried men decorated with gold braid and armed with swords.

Rion placed himself in front of Helwin, raised his sword to fighting position, and directed, “Helwin, mount the horse and ride for my castle.”

“I will not.”

Without removing his gaze from Smythwick’s sneering face, Rion said in his quietest, deadliest tone, “If we live to see the sunset, my dear girl, I swear I will beat you once a day whether you need it or not.”

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will go as far away from you as I can go.”

Sometimes the lass was not as bright as she seemed. “You ... will... not. We’re getting married.”

“You have to marry an heiress .”

“I love you, and I’m going to marry you, you stupid wench, and God help us both.”

“Too bad we’ll never live through this.”

“At least one of us can. Get on that horse and ride.”

This man, this warrior, was willing to give his life for her. But perhaps ... that was what warriors did.

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