Continued from last month:

Valentina jerked her hands away and smoothed her wild hair, suddenly self-conscious of her soiled appearance. Her fingers drifted to the stinging muscles in her shoulders and she massaged the soreness.

“You will stay in my castle, Valentina, until all my questions are answered. You are too difficult to find.”

“Do you think my life is so worthless I now belong to you?” Her heart drummed in genuine alarm, although she kept her voice cool. How would she ever escape? How? She averted her gaze. If their eyes met, he would recognize her desperation.

“If I assumed this, my men would not have traipsed halfway across England and back to find you.” He stood and retrieved his elaborate cloak off the chair, an intricate black silk design woven into rich damask. So beautiful, the garment could fetch enough money in the marketplace to feed her tribe for months.
He draped the soft fabric around her shoulders. “You must be cold.”

She glided the cloak between her fingers and opened her mouth to protest.


  1. Mary Ricksen // December 15, 2008 at 10:28 AM  

    What a tease you are!

  2. Mary Marvella // December 15, 2008 at 8:24 PM  

    Bet the cloak carried his scent. Will she escape or won't she? Will she even want to?

  3. Joanne // December 16, 2008 at 9:16 AM  

    To both Mary's:
    Yes, it's a teaser. Will she escape...will she want to...that is the question. :)

  4. Scarlet Pumpernickel // December 16, 2008 at 5:01 PM  

    Bet she won't want too!