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“A kidnapping, eh?” Swinging back to mock Farrow, he motioned toward me. “Then why ain’t she bound in chains? And why’s there only one of you if this is such an important king’s mission?”
Farrow didn’t have a ready response, so I sniffed and lifted my chin haughtily. “Captive princesses don’t go anywhere in chains.”
Their leader whistled as if impressed. “My, she’s a hoity-toity little tart, ain’t she?” He flicked a lizard-like tongue over his bottom lip as he eyed me lasciviously, then sauntered forward, still swinging his chain mace. “I never had myself a real-life princess before.”
Farrow stepped into the other man’s path, once again blocking me. “And you never will.”
I couldn’t see the expression on his face, but his back muscles were definitely tensed in ire. At his side, his fingers fisted tight around—wait. Was that one half of the broken arrow I’d just thrown down?
It still dripped red from being embedded in his flesh.
He must’ve picked it up when he’d risen.
Clever boy.
The leader squinted his eyes as he stared at Farrow hard. Whatever look Farrow sent back didn’t sit well with him. A muscle jerked in his cheek and he stopped twirling the chain mace.
“Whatever you’re thinking to do or say next,” Farrow warned softly. “I suggest you don’t. It won’t end well for you.”
But the other man merely snickered. “Think you can take us on, knight? Five against one?”
Uh, excuse me. Had they just said five against one? Was I invisible here or something?
I leaned around Farrow and cleared my throat. “I think you mean five against two, sir.”
He glanced at me, blinked, and burst out laughing yet again. His degrading little snickers were really beginning to annoy me.
“Didn’t know captive princesses helped their kidnappers fight in scuffles,” he mocked.
I lifted an unimpressed eyebrow. “To help kick your ass, I’ll gladly step in.”
This time, it was Farrow who barked out an amused snuffle. I glowed, thrilled to have entertained him.
All the while, Mr. Chain-mace glowered. “Don’t worry, little slut. I’ll try out your royal cunt soon enough; right after I take care of this dead fucker here.”
As I wrinkled my nose in disdain, the brute made a big production of winding his arm back before slinging his spiked balls forward, toward Farrow’s head.
He put all his effort and energy into that one swing, so he wasn’t able to catch himself and stop when Farrow easily ducked under the flying spikes, avoiding them with ease.
Using the half arrow still gripped in his hand, he lunged upward and jabbed, embedding the arrow tip straight into the center of the ruffian’s chest.
I nodded, growing impressed. Maybe my true love did know how to fight decently after all. Thank God.
As his opponent wheezed in shock and pain, frozen in mid-swing as his life drained from him, he lost his hold on his chain mace, and it tumbled toward the ground. Farrow caught it by the handle before it landed, swinging as he came up so he could catch the next attacker who was nearly upon him on the underside of his chin and rip his throat open.
“Eww.” I winced for the poor dead man. “Gross.”
That left three more rushing in. Completely ignoring me, they all converged on Farrow, where he let go of the chain mace—as two of its balls were still stuck in the other man’s neck—and slipped a dagger from his ankle strap, flinging it out as he stood.
Its blade landed in the left eye socket of the third assailant, which caused the last two to pause long enough for Farrow to free the wooden staff from its scabbard on his back.
Except both of his opponents carried battle axes, and they must not have thought a wooden stick was much of a defense, because they surged forward again, hacking madly as they came.
I had to give Farrow some serious credit, though. He was utterly handy with his stick. He made me proud.
But the long staff was quickly becoming a short nub with each block and parry as the other two chopped away at it, hewing it apart in pieces.
I sighed, fed up with watching the boys and all their ridiculous silliness. Turning to Caramel, I dug through the satchels on my pack until I came up with the weapon Indigo
