Red Rider Redemption: Book 3 of the Red Rider Saga by D. A. Randall

Author:D. A. Randall [Randall, D. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Character Entertainment
Published: 2020-10-01T00:00:00+00:00

17.

My wrists were still bound tight when the officers ushered me into the local police station, La Maréchaussée de La Rue Sauvage. Lieutenant-General Sharrad muscled me through the front door, kicking it open. Then he shoved me into the small square office that held a worn but sturdy desk, facing two cells with iron bars.

Keeping a hand locked on my wrists, he bent me over the desktop, pinning my cheek to its splintered surface. “Welcome to your new home, ‘Red Rider’,” he growled.

I struggled to lift my head, but he was too strong. I couldn’t move an inch.

“I’ll handle her,” he told the other two officers. “Get back outside and keep the crowds away. I don’t want anyone else stirring up trouble like this girl. Everything must go smoothly for the Queen’s visit.”

“Yes, Monsieur,” one man replied, and they both marched out.

I grit my teeth. “They don’t know what you really are, do they?”

“They’ll know soon enough,” Sharrad said. “After tomorrow night, we’ll own this province. Just like we own you.”

He shoved my arms upward again for emphasis. I groaned at the shooting pain in my elbows.

“You know what I would love to do, Mademoiselle?” he purred. “I’d love to break every bone in your body, one by one. At the ankles, legs, wrists, arms, pelvis, back. Leave you quivering in agony, unable to move, barely able to breathe, but still alive. Still plenty alive to suffer when we feast.” He grumbled. “Unfortunately – Lord Laurent has reserved the pleasure of torturing you himself, before the entire order.” He leaned against my neck, whispering into my ear. “But he has assured me, I’ll have my turn with you.”

I struggled against him in vain as his large hand closed firmly on my wrist. “Perhaps he won’t mind a little damage. A few broken fingers. Or a snapped wrist. Anything that will let me see you writhe in pain.”

He chuckled as I shifted my legs, trying to shift my weight enough to throw him off balance as he smothered me like a lead blanket.

“Lieutenant-General!” interrupted an officer, returning to the door.

Sharrad relented, easing his pressure slightly. “I thought I told you to keep the crowds away,” he snapped.

The officer’s voice wavered. “I’m – I’m sorry, Lieutenant-General. The Duke has arrived.”

I heard boots click against the floor. Sharrad stood, allowing me room to stand up. But as I tried to push away from the desk, I found that he still pinned me there, with only one hand on my back. “Lord – er, Duke Laurent. Here’s the prisoner. I was about to put her in her cell.”

A cold silence.

“Well, don’t let me stop you, Lieutenant-General,” Laurent said casually.

Sharrad yanked me to my feet, tugging me across the room. With a jangling and clicking of large keys, he unlocked the cell door and creaked it open, then shoved me inside. I whirled to face him as the iron door locked shut.

Duke Laurent turned to the officer. “Thank you for seeing me in, Monsieur. You may return to your duties.

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