Belinda Boring [Boring - Wrath and Retribution

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The Mystic Wolves

Forget Me Not

Testing Fate

Forever Changed

Savage Possession

Darkness Unleashed

Last Wolf Standing

Blood Oath

A Very Mystic Christmas (Collection of Christmas Memories)

Bittersweet Melody

Bittersweet Symphony

Enchanted Heart

Loving Liberty

Broken Promises

From My Heart To Yours

Nowhere to Hide

Addicted to You (Sequel to Nowhere to Hide)

Blood & Damnation (Legends of Havenwood Falls)

The Collector: Awakening

Short Story Anthology 2018

Wrath & Retribution (Sequel to Blood & Damnation)

T he brisk night air felt like a rough slap across my face.

After weeks of endless travel, wed finally come to what I hoped was the end of our grueling journey. Not that our sudden stop would aid my escape. I was in no condition to fleeto gather up my tattered rags of a skirt and run as though the Devil himself was after me.

Days had stopped making sense in my jumbled thoughts. The months had long since blended into one another, and although Id valiantly tried to keep track in the beginning, the world was merely a haze of places and strange faces.

There was a small part of me that tried to remain brave and strong. It was from there that a voice whispered to not give up hope, because my husband would find me. Marcus St. James. How the mere thought of him had roused my spirits in the beginning.

Now, a more sinister feeling crept around the edges of my minddelivering the sober truth that no one was going to rescue me, because I wasnt something he treasured. Should Marcus and Knox indeed find me all the way across the sea, it would be for the sole purpose of satisfying his thirst for vengeance.

No matter how hard I struggled to keep that realization from taking root, the evidence became clearer and clearer as time continued to blur by. Hed once told me I was his property. It was foolish to cling to my hearts hope that hed grown to care for me.

A brusque female voice broke through my despondent musings. Is this her?

I was roughly pulled off the horse, my captors strong grip wrapped around my arm.

He grunted in response, shoving me hard so I stood within the lights faint halo. Can you take her?

My heart skipped a beat. Was this finally the end of the roadan end to the harrowing journey the gypsy had taken me on?

England felt so far away as I slowly looked up and found myself under the intense scrutiny of a dark-haired woman. My gaze quickly darted up and took in my surroundings. Dusk was now upon us, and the night air was filled with the sounds of people heading home for the day. Not this building, however. More light spilled out from the plain glassed windows, seeping out through the lace curtains that hung within.

Piano music unlike any Id heard before echoed about, matched only by the cheery sounds of chatter and laughter. If I was to wager a guess, my captor had brought me to a saloon or some kind of establishment that catered to drinking and pleasures. Wed stopped at enough along the way for me to recognize the telltale scent of ale and whiskey.

I was definitely a long way from home and the sheltered life Id been brought up in.

The woman began her slow catlike stalking around me, and suddenly, I felt very, very naked beneath her gaze.

I have no use for more girls, she tutted as her lips pursed in thought. Unless you believe she has a talent to please. Without warning, the strange lady grabbed hold of my face, her fingers squeezing my chin until I squirmed in pain. Do you still have your virtue?

Part of me wanted to scream... wanted to reach out and slap her hard. Once upon a time I wouldve scratched out her eyes, fought tooth and nail to be free from both of them, but that was then, and this was now. Wisdom was neededcourageto survive.