The Spaniard's Defiant Virgin by Jennie Lucas

Author:Jennie Lucas [Lucas, Jennie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781460805794
Google: iKeNukD_Z0wC
Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises Pty Limited, Australia
Published: 2012-05-15T07:21:49+00:00

CHAPTER FIVE

MARCOS looked so grim, Tamsin thought with a cold shiver. Almost as if part of him hoped that she really would scream.

Staring at Aziz’s men through the trees, she opened her mouth, trying to make herself do it. Aziz would take her and, Marcos was right, she’d be his bride by the end of the day. She could ensure her sister’s safety.

But for how long?

After Aziz kills you in another little accident, your sister will be as alone as ever. She won’t even have you to protect her. What will happen to her after you’re dead?

She would just have to stay alive, she told herself desperately. She would obey Aziz’s every whim. She would please him in every way…

She glanced at Marcos. His eyes were dark and unreadable. She made a small noise in the back of her throat, and he didn’t even flinch. She could scream, she realized. He had no intention of stopping her.

But if she screamed, what would happen to him?

“Tamsin,” she heard Aziz sing softly from the road. His crooning voice made chills run down her spine. “I know you’re here, ma petite. Does he have you? Do not fear. We’ll soon find you. Both of you.”

Shards of sunlight were starting to penetrate the edges of the orange grove. The two nearest guards came closer. Fallen branches cracked beneath their boots like gunshot.

Even if she remained silent, they wouldn’t be able to hide for long.

Marcos’s eyes suddenly narrowed. Very quietly, he pulled his mobile phone from his pocket. She watched him, breathless with sudden hope.

“Reyes?” she mouthed, and he nodded. As he punched the keys, the tiny screen had a fluorescent glow. Tamsin cradled her hands around it, trying to hide the small light. Haltingly, Marcos started to text a message, his large fingers clumsy against the keys.

She put her hand on his arm, looking at him beseechingly. With a breath, he nodded and handed her the phone.

With practiced swiftness, Tamsin swiftly texted a message. She handed him the phone so he could see what she’d written. He nodded, then hit ‘send’. He closed the phone with a soft click.

Meanwhile, Aziz’s bodyguards were coming closer. She heard one of them say something in Arabic, saw him pointing at the ground. Aziz gave a loud, guttural order and the two men in the vineyard gave up searching the rows and came to join them in the orange grove. What had the man seen on the ground? She bit her lip. Had they dropped something when Marcos had chased her?

Then she glanced at her feet, tucked underneath the muddy, bedraggled hem of her nightgown. Her hand rose to her mouth to cover her sudden intake of breath.

Her right foot had a deep cut on the sole. She hadn’t felt it—her feet were half-numb. But she’d been tracking blood with every step.

The blood would lead Aziz’s men right to them. The sun was rising and, with every minute of the new day, the grove was growing brighter. Soon there would be enough light for Aziz to see the path.

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