Page 102 of Captive Bride
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Truly, I’m surprised when she doesn’t resist.
Her arms wrap around my neck, her head lying gently against my chest.
While I can still feel the tears that run from her eyes, her screams have stopped. She’s quiet in my embrace.
Silent as the grave.
I carry her to the limo, Merc and Benny trailing close behind.
She lies lifelessly on the seat where I set her, not bothering to sit up, maybe unable to. Her eyes stare unblinkingly ahead.
“Where to?” Benny asks, voice soft and concerned.
“The city,” I say, climbing in beside Isobel. “Let’s go to the fortress.”
