Eternal Vows by Chrissy Peebles Read Free Book Online Page B

but once we have exchanged vows, you shall control your tongue—or I will control it for you.”
    She cocked an eyebrow. “And what if I don’t? What if I say whatever I want, whether you want to hear it or not?”
    “Trust me, you do not want to find out,” he said.
    She glared at him, throwing daggers with her eyes. “What’re you going to do, lock me in a dungeon and throw away the key?”
    “Let me know when I can call for the priest,” King Victor said. “We will need to inform him whether he will be performing a wedding ceremony or last rites. That, my love, is your choice.”
    Sarah’s head shot back in defiance. “I’ll never marry you. It’ll never happen—not even if a million stars fell from the sky.”
    “No?” He ran a finger down her cheekbone.
    Her breath caught in her throat as she pushed him away. “No.” She put as much conviction into her voice as she could muster, but somehow, it barely made its way out of her throat.
    “We’ll see about that,” King Victor said with a smirk. “Enjoy your stay. If you get too cold, just remember my bed’s nice and warm and waiting for you.” With one last glance over his shoulder, he slammed the cell door with his boot, trapping her in the confined space.
     
     
     
     

Chapter 4
    Sarah had plenty to think about in the drippy silence. Will he really kill me if I refuse to go through with the wedding? She shivered as a cool breeze blew across her face. How long does that idiot plan to keep me down here anyway? He’d only left minutes ago, but the distress of being along with her thoughts crept up on her, putting her in an emotional chokehold. Where the heck is Frank anyway? I wonder if he made it out safely or if those Sasquatch attacked him. She hoped that since he had the tranquilizer gun on him, he’d managed to escape. If not, I’m afraid he’s seriously hurt or… She shook her head, eager to get rid of the images rolling before her eyes. Booted footsteps echoed down the corridor, jolting her back to reality. She held her breath and clenched her hands just in case she got the chance to attack and get the hell out of here.
    A knight held up a large ring of metal dungeon keys and unlocked the door. After it creaked open, he took a step inside. Obviously tired of waiting, Mr. Whack Job had sent his messenger boy.
    Can’t a girl have time to think about spending the rest of her life in some medieval nightmare? What, is Kingy Poo that desperate for an answer? She jumped to her feet and put her hands firmly on her hips. “Tell your idiot King my mind’s made up. The answer is a big fat no. I’m not going anywhere with him, now or ever.”
    The knight’s voice came out muffled from behind his visor. “What? I slayed a dragon, swam a moat full of crocodiles, and this is all the thanks I get for coming here to rescue you?”
    Sarah clasped a hand over her mouth as a spark of recognition hit her full force.
    “Did I mention the getaway vehicle is parked right outside the gate?” The knight held up the tranquilizer gun. “And what kind of knight would I be without this?”
    “Frank!” Relief flooded every fiber in her body.
    He lifted his visor and smiled. “At your service, madam.”
    She threw her arms around him, her heart racing. “I never thought I’d be so happy to see you, of all people. How the heck did you get in here?”
    “You mean past the big, hairy gorillas out there?” He lifted a brow. “Meh, they were nothin’.”
    “I’d usually be sick of your cockiness by now, but all things considered, I’m just glad you’re here.” She smiled as she took a step back, regarding his steel attire.
    “Wow,” Frank said. “Maybe you should get kidnapped more often. See what happens when you let go of all that anger?”
    “That’s a combination of gratitude and stress, not forgiveness. Don’t go getting excited.”
    “Ouch.” He pretended to grab his heart.
    “Anyway, get me out of here.” She peered at the open door,