Mark of Love (Love Mark #3) - Linda Kage Page 0,143
my neck creaked from the unnatural angle he cranked it.
My brain blinked off and then back on, filling my vision with stars as I came back to myself.
“Fucking bitch,” my captor was snarling as he wiped my spittle out of his eye. “You’ll pay for that. I may not be able to kill you now, but I can make you suffer nice and long before I do. You’ll scream until you wished you were dead.”
“Your son screamed,” I shot back, my voice hoarse. “When he died, he screamed for mercy and begged for his daddy. But you never came, so I slaughtered his pathetic ass.”
I’m not sure why I told him that. Maybe I didn’t want him to ever know Indigo had been in any way involved. Maybe I wanted to enrage him enough to simply kill me now, so I wouldn’t suffer through what would certainly happen to me if I was imprisoned. Or maybe I just didn’t like this guy, and I relished that pained look of horror that crossed his face as I lied.
In any case, he totally believed me.
Bellowing in devastated outrage, he struck me again.
And my world went dark.
Chapter 32
Indigo
I led my pursuers on a merry chase for a good two hours, remaining just enough ahead of them that kept them following me and yet far enough out that they didn’t catch me.
Every few minutes, I’d tap my temple, making it crackle to see if it was still there.
And cursing every time it was.
Quilla should be gone by now. Out of the Outer Realms entirely, and the mark should be gone with her. Why the hell was she still here?
Was she okay? Hurt?
Panic clawed up my throat, worried about all the what-ifs.
The mark would warn me if she was in excessive trouble. I was too far away from her to catch most of her emotions, but I’d be alerted immediately if she was experiencing something extreme. And I hadn’t been alerted, so whatever she was still doing here in the Outer Realms, it wasn’t life-or-death severe yet.
At least I could be comforted by that.
I’d just paused next to a large bush that hid me and the horse well enough to wait on the others to catch up a little when an arrow whizzed past my face and embedded itself into the trunk of the tree next to me.
“Shit!” I crouched low over the mare’s neck and kicked her flank, getting her to shoot forward. But I didn’t get far. A line of soldiers stepped out of the trees in front of me, blocking my path.
Skidding to a stop, I turned the horse around, only to realize there were more.
They’d found me, and they were closing in. The men bore bows, and every single one of them had an arrow nocked and pulled back, aimed at my heart.
Surrounded by archers was far different than being surrounded by men with basically any other weapon. I could handle hand-to-hand combat all day long. But having over a dozen projectiles lobbed at my head would be another matter entirely.
I stopped and lifted my hands, letting them think I was surrendering.
I wasn’t even close to being done fighting, but I did know how to hedge my bets. I’d have to get them in closer and force them to put aside the bows for something with sharper edges. And then we’d have us a fine ol’ party.
“Off the horse,” one of them called.
Used to dismounting now without the use of my hands—since I’d gone so long having them shackled together—I kept my arms up and swung one leg over the saddle before hopping to the ground. I glanced at my forearms, glad the leather wrist guards were in place. They’d have no idea I still had a sword and shield full of electricity hidden in my wrist cuffs until it was too late.
“On your knees,” came another order, as the men took a step toward me in unison. In very synchronized unison. It was then I realized how they were dressed. Decked out in full metal armor, they weren’t at all clothed like the mob of villagers who’d been with Axel during Quilla’s first perimeter trap breach the day before.
Dammit, why hadn’t I realized that from the beginning?
If these were different men, then where the hell was the first posse who’d run from Holly’s dragon? These trained warriors were dressed and looked like damn palace guards. But High Cliff palace guards typically only traveled with—