Hollen the Soulless: A Fantasy Romance (Dokiri Brides Book 1) by Denali Day

Author:Denali Day [Day, Denali]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-07-15T16:00:00+00:00

21

Hollen’s Wrath

Joselyn screamed. She screamed if only to drown out the sound of the men's cruel laughter. Gerald's meaty hands thrust into her pants. Joselyn wrenched to the side, desperate to get away.

Elbows pinned her shoulders against the earth. Gerald clasped his hands around her neck and squeezed. Joselyn choked. Her eyes caught sight of the sunrise above as the corners of her vision began to fade. A dawning sense of finality heralded in her mind. This was it. For all her fear of dragons and savages, this was the way Lady Fury was to die. At the hands of her own people.

A gush of air rushed back into her lungs. Joselyn gasped. She coughed, clinging to her life these men were so determined to steal. Gerald’s weight fell upon her chest in an unceremonious heap.

The men huddled around her went still. She sputtered for breath. All at once, her arms were free. Joselyn shoved against Gerald’s slumped body. He was too heavy. She wailed, pushing and kicking with all her might. It was useless.

Tears blurred her vision and she blinked them away. What was happening? She looked around. The men’s leering faces were gone. Joselyn craned her head toward the firepit. There, lying in the snow beside her, was Bryant. His eyes were glassy and unmoving. Lifeless. Joselyn tried to jerk away. She couldn’t move.

She turned her face back over Gerald’s limp shoulder. The shaft of an arrow protruded from his back. She knew that fletching.

Metal clanged nearby. Hope came roaring to life as she laid eyes upon the one man she’d been determined never to see again. The man she’d hoped against reason would find her.

Hollen.

Towering over the others, Hollen brought his axe to bear and drew it across the stomach of one of her assailants. The man screamed and dropped to his knees. His arms shot round his stomach as though to hold in the blood that spilled into the snow. He fell into a gory heap, and Hollen turned toward one of his comrades.

Joselyn pushed against Gerald with all her might. She braced her feet into the snow and bucked her hips against him, trying to roll him off. This shouldn’t be an impossible task. Why was it so hard?

Another man screamed. Joselyn turned back to the carnage just in time to see Hollen’s fourth victim collapse, and a fifth drop to his knees, pleading for mercy. Hollen spared him not a glance as he produced a knife, seemingly from nowhere, and plunged it into the man’s throat. His cry was short lived. It turned to gurgling as he spurted crimson against the stark snow beneath him.

Joselyn’s heart pounded at the utter violence of the scene. When her captor turned his furious gaze upon her, it froze in her chest. His eyes burned black with rage. Blood streaked his face. His giant shoulders rose and fell on heaving pants. He was every inch the savage dragon-master. In three massive strides, he reached her.

Oh, skies! He’s going to punish me!

His hands plunged downward, and Joselyn’s eyes squeezed shut.

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