Page 102 of Captive Bride

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.”

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