His Woman
““That bitch. She will regret crossing me. When I am through with Isabel, she will be begging to return to the dungeon.” His booted feet pounded out his anger as he stormed to the bed. The mattress sagged from his weight.Duncan glanced toward Isabel, her face illuminated by the dimmed light. Fear glazed her eyes, and her entire body was trembling. He pressed his finger to his lips. If she made any sound, she would give them away.The clack of hurried steps echoed from the entry. A thin, nervous l...ad hurried inside. “If you will allow me to help you, my lord.”Duncan sighed his relief. Frasyer’s squire.Inches away from Duncan’s face, one of the earl’s well polished leather boots landed with a clunk, quickly followed by the other. The shuffle of fabric. Then a pile of what appeared to be Frasyer’s traveling garb began heaping on the floor as well.Dizziness had Duncan closing his eyes. Blast, his arm burned as if on fire.“Your robe, my lord.” The shuffle of cloth. “I will check on the status of your bath.”Duncan opened his eyes as the squire hurried out.The mattress shifted above them, then Frasyer’s feet appeared.MoreLess
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