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muscle could mean
     the difference between life and death.” He paused to meet her gaze. “Understand?”
    Her eyes were wide in the darkness, her breath coming in nervous pants, but she nodded.
    He returned to the task at hand, working on her arms first and then turning his attention to her legs, which were longer than
     he expected for a woman of her diminutive height and surprisingly sturdy. Supporting her feet, he bent first one knee and
     then the other, massaging the muscles of her calves and thighs as he did so. Her sinewy flesh convulsed beneath his touch.
    He worked quickly since there was no time to waste. But even so, he couldn’t help noticing her generous curves and the enticing
     flesh beneath his hands. His body leaped in response, though he tried to stifle his reaction. Much more of this, and she wouldn’t
     be the only one moving slowly.
    “I believe, sir, that my muscles are quite relaxed now.” Her tone was both husky and tense, whether from the situation or
     his ministrations, he couldn’t tell.
    Fielding reached into his boot and withdrew a dagger. He handed it to the woman. “If they come after you, do not hesitate
     to use this, do you understand?”
    She looked down at the knife in her free hand and nodded, but he was uncertain as to whether or not she could actually follow
     through with such a task. There was no room for error at the moment, else he and the woman would both find themselves prisoners
     of the Raven.
    “Do not bother slashing at their arms. Go straight for their bellies, where you’ll do the most damage,” he instructed.
    She shuddered but nodded.
    He stepped away from her and aimed his pistol at the top of the chain.
    “Are you mad?” she hissed.
    He ignored her and took the shot. It did the trick and the chain broke free, but the ricochet rang throughout the room and
     Thatcher was on his feet in a matter of seconds. Fielding had already grabbed the girl, though, and they were making their
     way up the stairs.
    “Where do you think you’re going, Grey?” Thatcher snarled. The man searched for his gun, but Fielding had already removed
     it. Just as he’d also disabled their carriage outside and sent their horses running.
    “Thatcher, it’s not your style to abduct unsuspecting women.” He slid another bullet into his pistol and leveled it at the
     men.
    Thatcher took a step toward them but stumbled in the darkness. “Grey, you and I both know you’re no different than us, despite
     that title of yours.”
    Waters felt around the camp, crawling on his knees, searching under their bedding, no doubt also looking for a weapon.
    “Ah,” Fielding said, “but there is one difference. I have the box and the girl.”
    Thatcher snarled. “Give us the box.” He took another step forward. “We’ll split our share of the money with you.”
    “Don’t make another move, or I will shoot you,” Fielding said as they backed their way up the stairs. “We’ll be leaving now.”
     And with that, they turned and ran.
    Fielding dragged the woman behind him, knowing that her slippered feet were taking a beating against the cracked stone, but
     that wasn’t his concern. Carrying her would only slow them down, and he could already hear the men scrambling after them.
    He and the woman reached the outside, and the chilled night air slapped at them. With one arm, he jumped onto his horse, then
     pulled the woman up in front of him. Facing him, actually, which proved a bit awkward, but there was no time to rectify it.
     He kicked his horse into action, and they rode off just as Thatcher and Waters appeared outside the ruins.
    “Thank you for rescuing me,” she said breathlessly.
    It was hard not to look at her face when she spoke to him, as she was sitting directly in front of him. And the moon hanging
     above illuminated her perfectly. She was close enough for him to see the freckles that splattered across her nose and her
     large, thickly lashed, river-green eyes. Her hair