Sabine glanced around, her demeanor bored. The fact that she wore a swath of cloth, a micromini, and sand-and had her hands tied. The women here appar-ently favored excessive clothing-unnecessarily long sleeves and skirts.Ī lesser sorceress would have been discomfited by Whispers sounded, females glaring at her lack of clothing. Now, as she and Rydstrom trailed the guards down into the camp, through a crowd of what must be hundreds, Sabine stared around her. He'd been shirtless and still had blood on him, but he was outwardly-if not calm- then at least stable. Rydstrom had merely demanded to be taken to whoever was in charge. When the guards had come upon them earlier, the two had wanted to know what they were doing outside the boundaries "when there are beasties about." By sunset, she and Rydstrom had followed a pair of demons-camp guards-until they'd reached a bluff overlooking a sea of tents spread out below. They were about to do that frantic kissing thing again, and she didn't know if she was strong enough to fight it. When she took her gaze off his mouth, she found his eyes were focused on her own lips. She was staring at his lips, licking her own. He tangled his hands in her hair, grasping the back of her head. "Ha! I was only worried about my own skin," she said, but she'd darted her gaze.
Then his eyes narrowed as he studied her face. "To think you'd done what? Ah, sorceress, were you worried about me?" he asked in a scoffing tone.
"Sick of being treated like this! And to think I'd worried-" She bit her tongue. "I'm sick of you!" she yelled in his face. You're going to have to carry me because I'm not moving." "You know what? You had better keep me bound, because if I get free I-will-take-you-out! I am done. "Every day you teach me not to trust you." "Why wouldn't I let you think that? I had no idea what your plans for me entailed!"
"And you let me think you might be carrying? "Yes, we were together only once, but it could If for no other reason, you could be carrying my babe!" Had his shoulders straightened? Proudly? "I'm not going any farther, not until you free me." And I can't move it! On top of all this-I was kidnapped by monsters to be sold into slavery!"Īnd I'd feared for the demon's life, at times more than my own. You took down my braids so my dusty hair continually blows into my eyes. No metal guarded my hair, neck, or chest during a mine collapse. I've been sexually tormented for two days. She sat, then drew her knees to her chest.
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