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Dysan smiled down at her. “Nice try, princess, but it won’t work. The both of you die. Mathison would never let someone who’d once threatened his little girl into his kingdom.”
Suddenly, he grabbed Chris about the waist and pulled her to him, grinding her mouth with his, forcing her lips open and thrusting his tongue inside.
When he released her, her revulsion showed on her face.
He thrust her away from him. “And you think you could pretend towantme,” he said between closed lips. “I don’t like to be thought a fool. Now come here.”
Chris was really afraid of him now. He wasn’t going to fall for anything she’d planned, he was going to torture her in front of Tynan, then kill Tynan in an equally disgusting way—and she wasn’t even going to be told why she was dying.
Hesitantly, she walked toward him, and when she was in front of him, she voluntarily put her arms up to go about his neck. She began to kiss his neck, moving over his lips, trying to shift his interest entirely onto her—and while she was kissing him, she was trying to reach the box of silverware behind him.
Feigning passion as he again put his tongue in her mouth, she managed to get the box open, and with one eye open, she saw that there was a set of six table knifes, handles up, in the box. Now, if she could only reach one of them. She was almost there when Dysan suddenly turned and grabbed her hand, her fingertips held an inch above the handle.
“Going to stab me in the back, my dear?” he said before he slapped her across the face.
Chris hit the floor, her hand going to the corner of her bleeding mouth.
Dysan advanced on her, and Chris scooted backward on the floor.
It was just as Dysan reached her and had his hand raised to strike her again that Tynan sprang from his chair and grabbed Dysan about the neck, a small knife held to the evil man’s throat. “I think it’s time that you pick on someone your own size,” Tynan said.
With that, Ty spun the man around and slammed a right fist into his face.
Dysan went down on the nearest chair and hit the floor next to Chris. Tynan didn’t give him time to regain his breath before he was on him again. “You coward!” Tynan said under his breath as he grabbed Dysan and began to beat him.
Chris got up and tried to stop Tynan from killing the man, but Tynan was so angry that she couldn’t make him hear her. She kept watching the door, fearing that any minute, one of the guards would come in and take them back to the cellar. They had to get out now while they had the chance.
She jumped on Tynan’s back, hoping that her weight would have some effect on him.
Tynan shrugged her off and, again, Chris went skidding across the floor. It was a long moment before Tynan realized what he’d done. He dropped Dysan, allowing the man to slide down the wall to the floor in a bloody heap while he went after Chris.
“That was a fool thing to do,” he said, lifting her up from the floor.
Chris shook her head to clear it. “We have to get out of here while we can. What took you so long to get loose?”
“Have you ever sawed through half-inch ropes with a pen knife? And you didn’t look like you were in any misery. Maybe you want to stay here with Dysan rather than escaping with me? Maybe you two can still merge empires once you get rid of the cowboy.”
“Could you go into a jealous rage later? I’d like to get out of here and we still have to get past the guards and the dogs outside.”
After helping her to stand, Tynan went to Dysan and hauled him up. “You’re going with us and if the dogs get too near, I’ll throw you to them. Chris, hand me that piece of rope.”
As Tynan tied Dysan, Chris looked out the window. “What do you think our chances are? There are guards everywhere.”
“I’m hoping that Pilar and Prescott got away.”
“They didn’t. They’re in the cellar now,” Dysan said before Tynan put a dirty handkerchief from his back pocket across Dysan’s mouth.
“Then we have to get them out,” Chris said, heading toward the door which led to the stairs into the cellar.
Tynan shoved Dysan against the wall and grabbed Chris’s arm. “What makes you believe him? If they’re locked up, then after I get you out safely, I’ll come back for them—alone. You understand me?”
“Because you’ll go back to jail if I’m not safe? Pilar and Asher don’t matter to you, do they?”
Tynan closed his eyes a moment, then turned back to Dysan and began to search him, removing a small derringer from inside his coat pocket. “All right, let’s go. Chris, I’m taking him out the window first, then I want you to follow us when it’s safe.” He paused a moment, looking at her. “And I want you to swear to me that you won’t do anything stupid like try to get back into the house to find the others. You understand?”
Chris nodded, but she was thinking about Pilar and Asher hidden away in the cellar. Wouldn’t it be better if the two of them tried to get them out, instead of Tynan coming back alone later?
“Chris!” Tynan hissed at her as he stood outside the window. Dysan was giving him trouble so Tynan cuffed him once on the side of the head.
