Page 16 of Twisted Sins

Is this the demon’s tent?

Controlling her panic, she slowly looked around. She saw the large brown leather trunks stacked neatly in a corner. The large bedding was long enough to easily accommodate someone very tall and broad, like the savage leader.

The room was dimly lit, but she noticed there were wildflowers strewn around the room, especially on the bedding. Her eyes trailed to the food tray on the low table and saw petals around the several dishes as well.

The special preparation was made for a wedding night.

My God.

The food she ate churned inside her stomach as she got angry and began to panic.

The demon must have married her, thinking he would get a lot more riches by marrying the Thakvar heiress. A mere ransom would only get a small portion of her inheritance.

I won’t let him succeed.

She had to escape. Her mind was now clear, but she knew if she escaped, she would have to pass through the celebrations. And if the crowd saw her, they would catch her and most likely kill her.

The only option she had was to escape when the celebrations ended. She thought of hiding in some other tent, but those tents were in the opposite direction, and she had to pass the celebrations as well. Which meant she would have to stay in the current tent.

But what if the demon came to his tent before she escaped?

She sucked in a deep breath.

Then I will have to kill him.

She no longer felt drugged. She felt stronger with the food and drink she had. She was trained in self-defense as well as to attack. Although she had never felt the need since she was always protected by her brothers’ security team, she did, however, take the necessary training for several years because of her three brothers’ insistence.

She would have to make use of that training now.

The demon will expect a weak and drugged bride.

All she had to do was bide her time and stab him in his heart. This time, she would ensure she was successful. She had been too weak and disoriented earlier to take proper aim and ended up stabbing him in his arm.

With her plan in action, she went towards the low table where the food was kept. She picked up the knife that was meant to cut the meat and hid it in the black dress she wore.

She then lay on the large bedding and pulled the soft, thick covers on the top of her and waited with her eyes towards the tent entrance.

She didn’t have to wait for long.

Barely a few minutes later, she heard a loud ruckus outside the tent. There was masculine laughter and cheers. A deep voice spoke in a commanding voice, and soon, the cheers and laughter faded to distance as the group left.

Her heart thudded, and she kept her eyes partially lowered to appear drugged or nearly asleep.

The tent opening was pushed aside, and the savage leader stepped in. From her lowered eyes, she could see that he was still in the attire he had worn for the ceremony. The headgear with the horns made him look all the more demonic in the dimly-lit tent. The large tent felt much smaller in his tall and broad presence, and she could barely breathe in the enclosed space.

She felt his grey eyes sweeping over her while she lay frozen, pretending to be drugged and asleep.

Her heart thudded hard, and she subtly tightened the grip on the knife as he came further inside the tent towards the bedding.

But he stopped next to one of the low tables. Facing his back towards her, he began to remove the horns head gear and placed it on the top. He then began removing the thick bracelets from around his arms and wrists.

While he was busy undressing, she decided to attack. Slowly, she pushed the bedding cover aside. And then, with a smooth roll, she sprang up and aimed the knife at the center of his broad back.

In lightning speed, he turned and held her wrist. Stunned, she stared at him.

His grey eyes blazed within his ash-covered face.

She tried to scratch his eyes out. But he gripped her clawed hand as well.

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