THIRTY-SIX

A SOB ESCAPED from Adalene as she turned to look for that familiar voice, the one who’d always been saving her. It was Fabian! He was standing very near another tree in the dark that he was almost part of it if not for the soft light from the moon that gave away the outline of his build.

“My Lord! You’re here,” she said in a voice she tried to sound strong even though she felt weak with relief. She restrained herself from running to him like a child. She was wary to stand up as the knight with the foul smell and mouth was still there and could still go for her. But, oh, how she wanted his arms around her!

Fabian moved and stepped nearer, and even Adalene flinched at the cold fury simmering in his face that looked granite. She was suddenly so grateful she was on his side and not with anyone who opposed him. She had never seen him looking so dangerous. She now felt afraid of the drunk knight.

From the shadows, Fabian’s other knights appeared. And then there was the pale Olivie. How long