The Spellbound Bride by Theresa Meyers

Author:Theresa Meyers
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Diversion Books
Published: 2010-04-19T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Ian slid his sword from its scabbard and readied his arm to hit the closest man. The horses reacted in fear at the sudden attack, twisting at their reins. He had Merlin under control with his legs, but Sorcha’s new mare had wide eyes, the white a flashing gleam in the moonlight, and was preparing to rear.

His gut tightened. He wasn’t close enough to grasp the mare’s reins, nor could he afford to turn his back on the riders bearing down on them. Sorcha opened her mouth in a silent scream, her upper body rigid and her eyes round with panic. An invisible hand squeezed the breath from his chest. There was not time to reassure his frightened wife. He had only seconds to grasp all this and react with a warrior’s skills.

"Argyll! Grab her horse."

The boy sat mute upon his horse, a look of stricken surprise and confusion on his face. Ian pushed Merlin forward to put himself between the bandits and his wife, but the little mare spun away at Merlin’s sudden proximity, breaking from Sorcha’s control and running down the road. Argyll took after her.

A swift arc of steel came at Ian and he had no time to go after her as he matched the blow from the burly rider. Ian moved away, preparing himself for another blow, even as he tried to block the road as much as he could from the three other riders. The two smaller riders swerved around him, their faces masked in black cloth, as they pursued Sorcha and Argyll.

Ian swung hard, driving the man attacking from his horse with a slashing blow to his side. He twisted taking the second rider, who danced just out of reach. Ian tried to engaged him, but the man maneuvered his horse out of the way. Glancing in the direction Sorcha and Argyll had fled, Ian realized the bandit had no intention of engaging him, just keeping his attention, as he saw one of the riders close in, following Sorcha, and lifting her off her frightened mount.

Rage exploded within Ian’s head, hot and pulsing raw.

A surge of white lightning split through his veins, blinding him to all but Sorcha’s face. Her skin was pale, her features contorted as she screamed and clawed at the man holding her. She was like a frightened kitten, helpless to free herself, but frenzied in the need to be released. She twisted, ripping the cloth at the man’s face, revealing a heavy beard and angry eyes.

A strange calm descended upon Ian even as he wheeled Merlin around in time to see the other men push into the trees, their hands tight on Argyll’s reins. Ian dug in hard. He rushed at the man holding his wife, preparing his sword to strike.

The blade drove deep into the man’s back. The bandit howled, arching forward as the sword tore through his chest. He dropped Sorcha to the ground.

The bandit’s horse side stepped as the rider slipped off, its hooves kicking Sorcha.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.