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“I’m sure you’re thrilled to hear it.”
“You think so, do you?”
“My pain is your glory. You hold me responsible for your brother’s death, and now you know my sister lies dying in the palace and I’m helpless to save her.” Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
He watched her carefully, waiting for a sign of deception.
“You don’t believe me,” she said, despair edging her words. “All you see when you look at me is something evil. But I’m not evil.” She drew in a ragged breath. “I’m not!”
At first glance, she appeared so small and fragile—but the princess possessed a fierce and fiery core that could burn anyone who got too close. Even Jonas felt its heat. It surprised him. She’d surprised him.
“Are you going to say something or are you just going to keep staring at me?” she asked, looking up at him with those wide blue-green eyes.
He got to his feet so fast he nearly retwisted his ankle. Then he yanked her up with him and he didn’t try to be gentle about it. She swayed on her feet, seemingly unable to find her balance for a moment. She was lucky she was only dealing with a bit of dizziness after knocking herself out. It could have been much worse.
Without a word, he grabbed the dagger, shoved it into the leather sheath on his belt. He began to drag the princess back out to the road.
“Where are you taking me?” she demanded, bringing their conversation around full circle.
“Somewhere quiet where I’ll make sure you don’t cause any more trouble. You know, you really should have used that knife on me when you had the chance, your highness. You won’t be getting away from me again.”
Cleo glared at him, the fire back in her eyes. “I won’t hesitate to kill you next time.”
He gave her a cold smile. “We’ll see about that.”
As soon as he got Cleo to the storm shed at the edge of Felicia and her husband’s property, he bound her hands in front of her and attached a chain to her ankle—a long one, for range of motion—to ensure she wouldn’t be able to leave. She cursed at him, fighting him every step of the way. It didn’t slow him down very much.
“I know you hate me.” Tears glistened in her eyes. She was fueled by anger now, so the fear came and went.
“Hate you?” he asked. “Don’t you think I have that right?”
“I hate myself for what happened to your brother. I’m truly sorry for what Aron did. Tomas didn’t deserve to die.”
“You’re only saying this to try to save yourself.”
“Not only,” she admitted.
He couldn’t help but laugh at her honesty. “You think I’m going to hurt you.”
“You already have.”
“Compared to your normal lifestyle, anything would be a hardship, your highness. But you’ll be safe here.”
“For how long?”
“A few days. A week at the most.”
She looked around the shed’s interior with horror. “Here?”
“My sister and her husband have agreed to watch over you. His friends will guard the door in case you think about trying to escape. You’ll be brought food and water daily.” He thrust his chin to her left. “There’s a freshly dug hole over there for her majesty to use when she requires. It’s not a golden bejeweled chamber pot, but it’ll suffice. These would be considered luxurious accommodations for a Paelsian, princess. You have no idea.”
“You are a horrible savage for keeping me here. My father will have your head for this.”
Jonas took hold of her throat again and pressed her up against the wall.
“I’m not a savage,” he snarled. “And I’m not a heathen.”
“And I’m not an evil bitch who rejoices in the deaths of others.”
