Lynsay Sands The Deed

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back as she pawed at the air in front of a second villain.
Amaury s heart had lodged itself in his throat as Emma had flown through the air. When she had
slammed into another of his would-be assassins, he had immediately made a move to see that she was all
right, then remembered his attackers and brought himself back to face them. Or what was left of them.
The first man the horse had trampled was most definitely dead. At the moment, the second one was still
trying to get out of the way of Emma s mad horse, and the third man the one Emma herself had landed
on appeared to have been knocked senseless as he fell by the base of the tree. That left the fourth man
for Amaury to deal with.
He put up a paltry fight at best. While Amaury had regained his concentration quickly, his opponent was
still gawking over the chaos about them as Amaury approached him. It was the sign of a second-rate
warrior at best. A true warrior knew to keep his wits about him at all times.
Amaury considered hacking the man down while his back was turned. After all, he and his friends had
shown little care for fair play by ganging up on him four to one, but his honor would not allow it, so he
roared a warning first. The villain wheeled at once, raising his sword in a desperate bid to fend off the
coming blow.
After the impact of crashing into the huge armored man, it took a moment before Emma managed to
regain her breath. It was Amaury s roar that did it for her. She suspected that that enraged bellow had
scared the breath right back into her lungs. Good Lord, he had a set of lungs on him! Regaining her wits
along with her breath, she immediately reached for the dirk at her waist. It was a paltry weapon, good
only for stabbing food at mealtimes, but it was all she had. Clutching it in her hand, she pushed herself up
slightly away from the man she lay on, and quickly and viciously plunged the dirk at his chest. The damn
thing snapped in two as it hit his mail. But it did manage to rouse him. Unfortunately.
The way he stiffened slightly made Emma glance warily up at his face when the dirk broke. The smile he
gave her when she met his gaze made her blood run cold.
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Pulling his sword free of the man, Amaury didn t even wait to see him collapse to the ground before
glancing quickly toward the tree where his wife and the other villain had landed. He frowned when he
saw that they were both moving now. From the way they had lain prone moments ago, he had thought
them both unconscious, but his wife was even now scrambling off the man, trying to back away from him.
As she did, the villain caught the hem of her skirt, holding her in place while he rolled to his feet.
Amaury strode quickly across the clearing and brought his sword down. He had intended on slicing the
hand that had dared touch even his wife s clothing, but the man saw his approach out of the corner of his
eye and tugged hard on the skirt to get his hand out of the way. Emma was jerked forward into the arm
Amaury raised immediately to stop her forward impetus, then bounced backward as the sword sliced
through her gown, releasing her like a spring. She collapsed back against a neighboring tree, and Amaury
immediately put his back to her, protecting her as he faced the man now on his feet, his sword at the
ready.
Emma clutched at the tree to keep her feet beneath her, then glanced sharply toward her husband and
his opponent. Opponents, she realized as she saw that the second man her mare had gone after had
managed to deflect the horse and was now coming to aid his friend. She shouted a warning to her
husband, but knew at once that she need not have by the impatient glance he threw her over his shoulder.
Then the battle began in earnest. Holding her breath, she waited as Amaury deflected their attackers
blows one after another. His arm moved so swiftly as he fought the two men that it was nearly a blur.
There was no question of running. She would not leave his side, but she wished she could help somehow.
He appeared to have no trouble deflecting their blows, but should he tire&
That thought set up a panic in Emma, and she began hunting the ground. She was looking for a good
sturdy rock to throw at the men. It would be of little aid, but might be enough of a distraction to allow her
husband to even the odds. She had just spotted a nice-sized stone and picked it up when a scream drew
her eyes back to the battle. Her husband s sword was buried deep in the belly of the man she had
toppled with her leap from the horse. Her gaze flew to the second man then, fear blooming in her like a
bloody rose. While her husband s sword was otherwise occupied, the second man was going in for the [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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