and the use of weapons was a story too long to tell and she didn't have the desire nor the inclination to go over the long affair.
The warrior's face darkened. "Very well," he said and rose.
Alex stifled a sharp breath. The man was a giant, she thought as she looked up at him. "Bring me my--bring me Ariel," she stated, her voice growing fainter. She started to feel weak. "Thank Malek for looking after her, but I want her near me."
The warrior nodded and swung his big body over the side of the wagon. She could hear him land on the ground--no doubt on his feet--and closed her eyes again.
The only two things on her mind right now were getting some rest and holding Ariel. Everything had its place and time and she'd wonder about this warrior and how she was going to reach King Drago's land after she recovered.
Alex was almost asleep when Ariel's little body snuggled against her side. With her eyes still closed, Alex brought her arm around her little sister, sighed contentedly and fell asleep.
* * * *
Vasilis watched the woman sleep with her daughter at her side and a curious warmth filled his gut. All he'd learned from Malek who had tried to gain some information from the little girl was that her mother's name was Alexandra.
Vasilis smiled, recalling how the little girl had mutinously stared up at Malek as he had tried to glean more information from her, but the little one had not budged. Only when Malek had changed tactics and began to play games with her had she cracked a smile.
Alexandra moaned softly in her sleep, Ariel fast asleep at her side and Vasilis knotted his brow into a frown. There was something haunting about this woman, something heavy that hung in the air around her.
The obvious about her intrigued him, as in how she had learned to fight and use an arrow most men would dream of being able to use. There was her beauty as well, he reflected, skimming his gaze over her captivating curves.
But it was more than that. This woman was a fighter. Vasilis always felt it in his bones when he was facing an equal, another warrior.
His question was how could a woman be so maternal, realising she loved her daughter very much, kill four men with only a bruised cheek to show for it? The only scratches and cuts on her were the ones inflicted by his own men, he thought grimly.
Well, he had ample time to find out who she was because she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. A dark notion entered his head. What if she was a spy? What if his evil brethren sent her? A genius weapon at that, since he was all too aware of his reputation for beautiful wenches.
Grim-faced, he vaulted over the side of the wagon. His horse trotted alongside it and Vasilis landed squarely on its saddle. He grabbed the reins and moved ahead to Malek.
"She told me nothing," he said once he reached his friend.
"I, too, nothing from her daughter."
"Do you think they sent her?"
"I doubt it. Why would she travel with her child?" Malek's face darkened. "But I wouldn't put it past those monsters to devise a plan as diabolical as this."
"That's exactly what I thought." Vasilis tensed his mouth. "Well, like it or not, we have two visitors and there's nothing we can do about it."
"We could always toss them over the side and leave them to fend for themselves," Malek offered dryly.
Vasilis raised a brow. "Admit it, my friend. You are as intrigued and mystified by her as I am."
"Your Highness, I am impressed by her use of the bow and arrow. Even with their Lycan strength and speed, she could still teach your men a few things. "
Vasilis narrowed his eyes. "Yes, she can," he murmured deeply.
"Perhaps, she can also show you that not all women are weak," Malek offered all too casually.
Vasilis shot him a look. "Easy, my friend. The woman knows how to defend herself, nothing more nothing less."
"She is quite beautiful, too," Malek added innocently.
Vasilis wasn't buying any of it. "Yes. A blind man can see that and a deaf man can hear what you're
The warrior's face darkened. "Very well," he said and rose.
Alex stifled a sharp breath. The man was a giant, she thought as she looked up at him. "Bring me my--bring me Ariel," she stated, her voice growing fainter. She started to feel weak. "Thank Malek for looking after her, but I want her near me."
The warrior nodded and swung his big body over the side of the wagon. She could hear him land on the ground--no doubt on his feet--and closed her eyes again.
The only two things on her mind right now were getting some rest and holding Ariel. Everything had its place and time and she'd wonder about this warrior and how she was going to reach King Drago's land after she recovered.
Alex was almost asleep when Ariel's little body snuggled against her side. With her eyes still closed, Alex brought her arm around her little sister, sighed contentedly and fell asleep.
* * * *
Vasilis watched the woman sleep with her daughter at her side and a curious warmth filled his gut. All he'd learned from Malek who had tried to gain some information from the little girl was that her mother's name was Alexandra.
Vasilis smiled, recalling how the little girl had mutinously stared up at Malek as he had tried to glean more information from her, but the little one had not budged. Only when Malek had changed tactics and began to play games with her had she cracked a smile.
Alexandra moaned softly in her sleep, Ariel fast asleep at her side and Vasilis knotted his brow into a frown. There was something haunting about this woman, something heavy that hung in the air around her.
The obvious about her intrigued him, as in how she had learned to fight and use an arrow most men would dream of being able to use. There was her beauty as well, he reflected, skimming his gaze over her captivating curves.
But it was more than that. This woman was a fighter. Vasilis always felt it in his bones when he was facing an equal, another warrior.
His question was how could a woman be so maternal, realising she loved her daughter very much, kill four men with only a bruised cheek to show for it? The only scratches and cuts on her were the ones inflicted by his own men, he thought grimly.
Well, he had ample time to find out who she was because she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. A dark notion entered his head. What if she was a spy? What if his evil brethren sent her? A genius weapon at that, since he was all too aware of his reputation for beautiful wenches.
Grim-faced, he vaulted over the side of the wagon. His horse trotted alongside it and Vasilis landed squarely on its saddle. He grabbed the reins and moved ahead to Malek.
"She told me nothing," he said once he reached his friend.
"I, too, nothing from her daughter."
"Do you think they sent her?"
"I doubt it. Why would she travel with her child?" Malek's face darkened. "But I wouldn't put it past those monsters to devise a plan as diabolical as this."
"That's exactly what I thought." Vasilis tensed his mouth. "Well, like it or not, we have two visitors and there's nothing we can do about it."
"We could always toss them over the side and leave them to fend for themselves," Malek offered dryly.
Vasilis raised a brow. "Admit it, my friend. You are as intrigued and mystified by her as I am."
"Your Highness, I am impressed by her use of the bow and arrow. Even with their Lycan strength and speed, she could still teach your men a few things. "
Vasilis narrowed his eyes. "Yes, she can," he murmured deeply.
"Perhaps, she can also show you that not all women are weak," Malek offered all too casually.
Vasilis shot him a look. "Easy, my friend. The woman knows how to defend herself, nothing more nothing less."
"She is quite beautiful, too," Malek added innocently.
Vasilis wasn't buying any of it. "Yes. A blind man can see that and a deaf man can hear what you're
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