Page 7 of Wolf's Redemption

Gael snorted. “You have taken leave of your senses.” He waved his sword at Ulrik, his grip loose and his stance relaxed. “There is only him and he is going nowhere.” He leered at Ulrik. “Not so intimidating now, are you, Voclain?”

Ulrik’s lip curled in a snarl. If the guard stepped closer, he could disarm him in a heartbeat. Take his swordandthose keys. Even shackled to the wall, he was more than a match for this fool.

“But—”

“Look around you, Clement. Can you see anyone else in here? Maybe his reputation with the ladies has preceded him and a succubus has come to visit.” Gael chortled. “Your imagination has run away with you, boy. First a man turning into a beast and howling like a wolf, and now you are hearing voices.”

“Bastien heard the beast, too,” Clement mumbled.

Gael snorted. “Give me that.” He snatched the candle from Clement’s hand. “I’ll show you there is nothing here but him.”

If Gael turned but a little, he would see her. Ulrik roared and lunged for Gael.

Both guards stumbled back and raised their weapons. The candle faltered but did not go out.

Ulrik fought hard, but the iron chains held him fast.

Gael chuckled and lowered his sword. “Is that what you heard, boy? No more than a berserker on the battlefield. Just stay out of his reach.” Gael held the candle aloft. “And there is no woman here, despite what you think you heard.”

He shoved light into every corner. Intohercorner.

Gael stumbled back a step. “Well, well, well. What have we here?”

She stood, her kohl-lined eyes wide and her magic light clutched in her white-knuckled hand. Ulrik swallowed. He could do nothing but watch.

Gael shoved the candle at Clement. “It is our lucky day, Clement. Seems you did hear something, after all.”

Chapter Four

Bek stared. Two men inchain mail? Brandishingswords? What had he said, the so-called knight?The year of our lord nine hundred and something or other? She’d thought him delusional.

She blinked. Blinked again. Had her neighbor spiked her wine?

The younger guard gaped at her. The older one moved toward her with an oily grin and a glint in his eye she recognized all too well.

Oh, hell to the no.

She didn’t put up with this crap from Charlie. Some guy dressed like an extra from Medieval Mayhem stood no chance.

Bek pushed herself out from the corner and shoved the little disc and her phone into the pockets of her jeans, freeing up her hands. She’d learned a few things from her ex, Spider, and his crew. The life she’d once led was not for the fainthearted, and Bek was no princess. At least these guys held swords, not guns. They wouldn’t be expecting her to fight back, but thereweretwo of them, and her only help was a guy chained to the wall. A guy who had already made it clear he wanted in her knickers.

Grandpa thrust the candle at the other guard, who was barely more than a teenager. The kid’s rapid-fire French spat bullets at Grandpa. Grandpa turned on him, snarling. The kid said no more and stepped back.

It was down to her and Grandpa.

He turned back to her, his hand reaching beneath his mail and grabbing at his crotch. Her stomach roiled and her tongue did astellar impression of sandpaper, dry and raspy. He set his sword against the wall.

Yes.

Things still weren’t in her favor—he was bigger and stronger—but the odds had evened out a little.

He stalked toward her. Behind him, shackled Thor roared and strained against his chains. She cast a glance at him. If she could force Grandpa within his reach, would he deal with him? He had to want out of those chains, and this guy must have had something to do with his imprisonment.The enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that guff. It was worth a shot.

Bek steadied herself. She’d only get one chance at this. If she ballsed it up, he’d have her in his grasp. She took a deep breath, clenched her fist and went on the attack.

Lunging at her would-be rapist, she struck out and punched him square on the nose. Pain exploded across her knuckles, but she forced down the impulse to clutch her hand to her side. Too stunned by her assault, Grandpa had yet to react, and she couldn’t waste the opportunity. She followed through with a solid kick to his groin.

He bellowed a spray of blood and spittle and raised his fist to retaliate. She wouldn’t get a chance for another hit. Bek tucked her shoulder in and launched herself at Grandpa, throwing her whole body into the move and hitting him square in the chest. He stumbled back, right into the path of the man he’d been guarding.

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