Today I am continuing with another excerpt from my historical romance, Fatal Fortune. Happy Valentine's Day. Hope you enjoy!
She crept toward Yolanda’s voice, reaching the corridor before a heavy pair of fists struck her down. Valentina fell in a crumpled heap by the open door.
Pain, anger, and fear twisted its way down her spine.
They were in the house of the devil.
“Good God, Sir Roland, there is no need to be so rough,” Sir Geoffrey’s robust voice boomed.
“She is a disgusting gypsy woman. They have no feelings.”
Valentina risked a glimpse, ever so slight, across the corridor. Relieved that Sir Geoffrey said something kind, she furtively peeked through the door to the courtyard, spying her sister. Yolanda’s panic-stricken expression turned to one of dread as Sir Geoffrey lifted her from his horse and carried her to the entryway. Sir Roland slammed the door in Valentina’s face when they passed. Yolanda’s muted shrieks rang through the hollow room.
Valentina’s heart plummeted to her knees. Her legs refused to lift her.
The screams died.
“Yolanda!” Valentina cried out again. Nothing. The dead silence frightened her more than the screams. Panic strangled her voice, threatened to break her resolve.
Fear festered in her chest, making it ache. She crawled to the heavy oaken door and wrapped her hands around the iron latch. She pulled and pulled until her wrists felt like they would shatter. The wood had to give, it had to.
She stumbled to her feet, desperate to get out of the castle. Desperate to find Yolanda. Desperate to help them both escape before they were killed by these devils.
Or . . . Worse.