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his touch, when it had rested on her knees as he’d tried to reason with her, had been warm. Had she not been distraught over being found she could have easily fallen into the comfort that warmth had conveyed.

      His eyes were green, flecked with gold. His hair was nearly as black as hers, but his was shot through with silvery strands that made it impossible to know his age.

      But he wasn’t old. Older than she was, but not ancient like the man she’d been betrothed to wed.

      ‘Who are you?’ she asked over her shoulder.

      He did nothing but grunt and poke a finger into her back to prod her along the corridor towards the stairs.

      Just as they reached the top of the stairs they met an old man. She could only assume this was Edward, the old man Hannah had coerced her into sharing a bed with. He was most likely headed to her room. Avelyn wondered how her unwanted rescuer would deal with this event.

      Edward looked from her to the man behind her, a frown of puzzlement creasing his already lined face. ‘This is not the red-haired wench.’

      ‘No. It isn’t.’

      ‘This is my woman. I paid for her.’

      ‘How much?’

      ‘What does the amount matter to you?’ Edward reached for her, adding, ‘I paid. She is mine.’

      ‘It matters greatly to me because she is my wife.’ The man looped an arm about her waist and pulled her close. ‘And because we have three hungry children at home who would be grateful for the coin their mother could deliver.’

       Wife? Home? Three hungry children?

      Struck mute by his outrageous lies, Avelyn could only stare blindly ahead. She wasn’t completely lacking in wits. He had spouted the lies in an attempt to leave the inn without incident. She wished he’d have devised something less demeaning to her.

      ‘If the amount is right, I might be willing to allow her to go with you. Provided, of course, that I stand guard over the two of you to ensure no harm comes to the mother of my children.’

      Avelyn narrowed her eyes, then turned her head to glare up at him. She didn’t know him well enough to decipher the quick look he gave her, but she was fairly certain it had been a silent warning to keep quiet—a warning she planned to ignore.

      She jutted an elbow into his gut and turned her attention to Edward. ‘That is not the reason he wishes to watch.’

      Her rescuer’s fingers tightened against her waist, but she forged ahead, determined to make him feel as foolish and embarrassed as he’d made her feel. ‘Oh, no, his rutting leaves behind nothing memorable except children and he wishes to see if he can learn anything.’

      The man’s soft hiss gave her enough satisfaction to stop her own outrageous claims.

      Edward stepped aside, shaking his head vigorously as he waved them towards the stairs. ‘No. No. Please, go. I will find another.’

      Without wasting any time, the man moved his hand from her waist to wrap his fingers around her wrist before rushing her to the steps. Halfway down he muttered, ‘Woman, you need have care with your words.’

      ‘My words?’ She kept her voice just as low as he had. ‘You made me look and feel like a whore.’

      He once again tightened his hold. ‘You did that to yourself.’

      Avelyn tried to tug free. ‘I did no such thing.’

      ‘My mistake. I could have sworn I found you in bed, naked, waiting for a man to join you for the night.’

      She couldn’t very well deny what he’d found upon entering her room. However, it wasn’t quite what he’d assumed. ‘Nothing was going to happen.’

      Their discussion stopped as they reached the bottom of the stairs where two men waited, but she wasn’t about to let this end her explanation for long. Avelyn hung back, uncertain what these men wanted. But her rescuer walked past them, saying, ‘Let’s be on our way.’

      She was relieved to discover they were his men since both looked as dark and dangerous as he. The two fell into step behind her and they all exited the establishment.

      The cold rain pelting against her face did nothing to cool her ire. He’d called her a whore—accused her of things that would enrage her father should even a hint of such a rumour reach his ears.

      Not willing to spend another heartbeat in this man’s hold, Avelyn jerked her arm free and marched quickly ahead.

      Heavy footsteps stomping in the mud behind her warned that he wasn’t letting her out of his sight. She knew she’d be unable to escape, especially right now, while they were on foot. But she didn’t have to endure his company.

      She glared at him over her shoulder. ‘Leave me alone.’

      ‘I will gladly do so once I deliver you to King David.’ He again captured her wrist with strong fingers, then pulled her about to face him.

      The two men stopped alongside, only to be ordered, ‘Retrieve the horses and meet us near the well.’

      The crestfallen looks on their faces might have been laughable at another time. But right now she didn’t care that their desire for listening had been thwarted. The things she wanted to say to this man did not need an audience that would make her the object of gossip.

      Once they were on their way, she looked up at the man who’d quickly made himself an irritant in her life. ‘Release me.’

      To her surprise, he did. She stepped back, putting a little space between them. ‘I am not a whore.’

      His lazy, bored glance from the sky back down to her did not endear him to her in the slightest. In fact, his silent display of derision only made her want to fly into a rage. Instead, she fisted her hands at her side and repeated, ‘I am not a whore.’

      ‘I wouldn’t expect Lord Brandr’s daughter to be one. Although, finding you as I did would have made it easy for another to have come to that conclusion.’

      The arrogant half-smile on his face was her undoing. Everything she had suffered these last weeks—the hunger and thirst, the fear, the cold dampness—all roiled to the fore serving to ignite her rage. Avelyn raised her arm to strike the smug expression from his face.

      His arm shot out as fast as a loosened arrow and he grasped her forearm, warning, ‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you.’ He pulled her against his chest. ‘I am not beholden to your father, nor to you. I will not meekly endure your abuse no matter how angry you become.’

      Avelyn lowered her head, wishing she could simply disappear as quickly as her rage had at the deep tone of his voice. What was wrong with her to make her act like such a simpleton, such a fool?

      At her lingering silence, he said, ‘Your anger is misplaced. I have done you no harm, nor have I wronged you.’

      ‘I know. I am sorry and apologise. It’s just that...’

      She stopped speaking and closed her eyes, unable to find the words she sought and not wanting to say anything more to a man not known to her.

      He released her and with a finger beneath her chin lifted her head. ‘What? It’s just that what?’

      She opened her eyes and met his gaze. He didn’t appear angry or out of sorts. Just curious, as if what she’d been about to say mattered. ‘It’s just that I don’t wish to wed Sir Bolk.’

      He laughed softly and lowered his hand. ‘I can understand that. I wouldn’t want to marry him either.’

      How could she not laugh at his ridiculous comment? However, knowing he was taking her back to do just that—marry Sir Bolk—tempered her humour.

      Avelyn sighed and stepped away from the comfort she’d found pressed against his chest. ‘Yes, well, while

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