The Angel's Assassin by Samantha Holt

Author:Samantha Holt [Holt, Samantha]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fantasy, Romance
ISBN: 9781480294905
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2012-09-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

While the terror of the fire had been all but extinguished by Nicholas’ presence, he could not protect Annabel in her dreams and she slept fitfully. The heat, the horrific sights and the sounds all vied for her attention as she slumbered, recreating every moment of fear that her exhausted mind had blocked out. She woke in a cold sweat, taking a few moments to recognise that she was not burning and suffocating in a fog of flame.

Her hammering heart failed to calm when she could not see Nicholas. He had promised to watch over her, she remembered, and yet she could not see him. She sat up with a start, her eyes struggling to focus under the bright light of the sun. She had only slept for a couple of hours, she suspected, so it had to be late afternoon. Annabel’s gaze locked onto a flash of black in the water and she realised with a smile that it was Nicholas. He stood a way out, in just his shirt, his sleeves rolled up and the hem dipping in the water. He clutched a wooden spear in one hand, something he had presumably crafted while she slept. Her breath shortened at the handsome figure he cut, his dark chest hair curling over the neckline of his shirt, his powerful thighs becoming revealed with each movement of his body. Nicholas’ eyes were focused on the water, his jaw clenched in determination, and Annabel was glad she was not his quarry, for she would have little chance against such resolve.

Once again, feelings of safety and comfort enveloped her. Here was a man who would go to the ends of the Earth for her, she was sure. She prayed that she would be able to return home soon and take her with him. Alderweald would be proud to have such a man…as their master? Annabel laughed at herself; he had not even declared any intentions towards her. Yet how could she think otherwise. His devotion to her, the way he looked at her, only served to convince her that they were bound to one another now. Their souls would be forever entwined.

The water glittered invitingly under the afternoon rays and Annabel felt the need to freshen up, in spite of her impromptu dip at Nicholas’ behest. Hiking up her soiled chemise, she considered how grim she must look in her rags before brushing away such vanity. She was alive and if she had to wear a smoke-stained garment, then so be it. It was hardly a hardship considering what fate had delivered to her.

Her life and Nicholas.

Stepping tentatively across the shingles, she made her way to the river edge, gasping as the crisp water swathed around her feet. Annabel giggled as she kicked up some of the water; delighting in the childlike feeling that such carefree behaviour filled her with. It was rare that she experienced such moments and she was grateful for the opportunity. While she tried to take pleasure in life as much as she could, being the mistress of a large demesne rarely afforded her the chance.

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