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Doubled up though I was, I rolled back towards my brother so that I didn’t lose sight of Valeria. My brother and another of his men slung her over the back of Petre’s saddle. Her hands were still bound from the bindings I’d tied, and Petre made short work of tying her feet. Then he turned to me, looked me right in the eye, and gave her a hard smack on the ass. She screamed and tried hard to wriggle free, but I knew she was in a race against herself. In a matter of seconds, she passed out cold.
As she went quiet and still, I saw the distinct look of disappointment on Petre’s face, as if her fear and screams were more than half the fun of this for him.
Monster.
Still with his hand on her ass—the ass that belonged to me—Petre said, “I know you stuck your dick in her. Loyalty is easy to buy, brother. And my spies are loyal. But I’m willing to sacrifice raping the virgin in order to get the title that marrying the whore will give me.”
A thick clot of bloody bile came up into my throat and I spat it onto the forest floor. I stayed silent, I wasn’t going to confirm what could be a bluff.
“Surprised?” He smiled. “I have many favors owed to me, brother. Many little birds that bring me information. Fear and need make for effective servants. The stone walls are not as solid as you may think.”
I clenched my jaw. He’d turned our home into his own playground, and I vowed once I stood by my father, I would restore order and real loyalty to our once proud manor.
Petre yanked the reins of his horse and turned it around so that I had a view of Valeria’s head. Her long hair dangled down, nearly dusting the dirt-scuffed snow. Petre crouched down in front of Valeria, pinching her unconscious cheeks.
“Annoying when they pass out. But nothing a nice daily dose of foxglove extract won’t cure.”
If I could’ve killed him right then and there, I would have. But his hounds kept me on the ground. He turned to me, looking satisfied and more dangerous than ever. He gathered up a handful of her hair and yanked it up, to make it look like she had turned to face him.
“But since I know you like being fucked by whatever man happens to be nearby, I’ll make sure to pass you around often, until that little cunt of yours aches every time you move. How does that sound, Princess?”
By way of response, he made her nod and then let her head drop. Then, in one swift movement, he shoved Valeria’s limp body to the front of the saddle and mounted behind her. He jammed his German stirrups hard into his stallion’s belly, and the horse bolted forward, barreling into the forest with clumps of snow flying.
“Kill him.” Was the last thing he shouted over his shoulder as he rode off.
He didn’t look back and with every passing half-second the distance between me and her grew by a length or more.
“Valeria!” I roared.
Petre’s remaining hounds stayed behind, each of them coming at me from a different direction. I met punch with punch, unsure of which one I was hitting, but feeling the satisfying crunch of bone and blood on my quickly swelling knuckles.
If I could hold them off long enough, I knew that I wouldn’t be alone. Daniel would arrive and he wouldn’t hesitate to step in. Even drugged as they were, they wouldn’t stay standing after he sliced their throats. But until then, I had to fight like my life depended on it.
Both our lives.
Because without her, my life was over anyway.Chapter 21ValeriaRegaining consciousness through a fog, the organ inside the Coronation Cathedral bellowed in the cold air, telling me where we were long before I could see the cathedral itself.
I struggled to get my bearings, but I was hog-tied to Petre’s stallion and every pounding gallop made my head throb so painfully that I had little orientation on my surroundings.
Every muscle in my body ached and I had to keep my eyes shut to stop the snow and dirt from blinding me as we tore through the forest. Craning my neck, I got a glimpse of the road that led to the cathedral up ahead, but Petre veered off down a snow covered back trail approaching the cathedral from the rear.
He pushed his stallion hard, whipping his flanks until bright red bloody lash marks appeared on the haunch nearest my face. I felt the stallion ready for a jump, and then we were airborne. A crumbling low stone wall passed beneath us, and I braced for the impact of the landing, which winded me in spite of my best efforts to hold my breath.
