Josiah's Bride (The Warrens Book 2) by Jory Strong

Author:Jory Strong [Strong, Jory]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jory Strong
Published: 2016-01-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Two of Josiah’s soldiers opened the stronghold’s front doors. Saul sat in the heavy

chair that the men jokingly referred to as el trono, the throne. His legs were stretched out

in front of him, while DeAngelo and Hector leaned against columns to the left.

“You’re looking comfortable in my chair, amigo,” Josiah said. “Thinking to become

warlord?”

“Not yet.” Saul pushed himself out of the chair, eyes going cool and flat after a

glance at Ella. “You just passing through?”

“No.” Josiah halted Ella and turned her to face him. “There’s an injured man I want

you to attend.”

Her eyes blazed with joy, as if he’d given her gold coins or jewels. “I’ll do what I

can for him.”

Nessa and Blaine had followed them into the stronghold. He directed a glance at

Blaine. “Take Jacob to see the pigeons.”

Jacob’s hand went immediately to Ella’s. “You’ll come get me?”

“As soon as I can.”

She leaned down, gave him a hug before Blaine led him away.

“Take over here,” Saul told DeAngelo, the edge in voice saying, and so it begins,

trusting another woman.

Josiah’s hand dropped to the long pistol in the holster at his waist, delivering his

own message. Careful, amigo.

They entered into a stairwell Ella hadn’t been shown on their wedding day. Went

up a flight of stairs to a section of the stronghold that also served as a dormitory.

A soldier sat next to an open doorway midway down the hall. He slipped the knife

he’d been tossing from hand to hand into its sheath and stood. “Nothing to report. He

hasn’t moved. Hasn’t made a sound.”

Josiah acknowledged him with a nod then went into the room, taking up a position

on the opposite side of the bed so he could watch Ella work. The prisoner looked closer

to death today than he had the night before, though someone, probably DeAngelo, had

stripped him out of the blood-encrusted clothing and cleaned him up, splinted his

fingers, bound his ribs and put casts on his legs.

Ella made a sound of horror at seeing the damage and evidence of torture in the

lack of fingernails. “How long has he been like this?”

“I don’t know. He was brought into the warren last night.”

The same joy he’d seen at asking her help sparked in her eyes. “From Rapp’s

territory?”

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