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| Historical ~ Romance ~ Fiction |
Four cubits away, a man idly leaned against a tree, watching her with a carefree grin on his face. Maximus.
“Have you come to finish the job, Ulla?”
Carissa’s hand instinctively went to the knife. He shook his head.
“That little weapon doesn’t scare me half as much as the arrow you had earlier. You’ve come without the protection of the bow this time. Why?”
Carissa held fast to the knife, estimating her chances at removing it before he reached her.
“I’m looking for my boy, nothing else.” Her pulse raced, and her mind swirled in turmoil. She swallowed down her fear and held his gaze, desperately wanting to run away but knowing he would catch her easily.
“He is not here, as you can see.” The man’s intense blue eyes burned into hers, hungry for something she could name but preferred to forget. “I’ll be on my way.” Rooted to the spot, she trembled. If she passed him, she would be unable to defend against an attack.
His grin faded, and he narrowed his eyes. “You don’t like me, do you? Is it all men or just me you have a grudge against?”
“Just you.”
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Maximus is definitely on my list! I'm getting through the TBRs that have built up, Christine.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Nancy. Great to see you here today. :):)
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