Silversword (de Lohr Dynasty Book 7) by Kathryn Le Veque Read Free Book Online

Henry’s men away from them.
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    Sweet Jesus… she’d never been so cold.
    Wet and muddy, Alessandria was wrapped in very heavy wool, soaked through with the sludge from the swollen creek. She was shivering uncontrollably, huddled down in a heavy thicket of bushes, while Chad lingered over near the edge of the trees, watching the road in the distance. The pinpricks of light were torches, growing closer and closer, but she didn’t much care. The only thing she was aware of at that point was her misery.
    So she rolled herself into a ball, her face against her knees, trying desperately to warm herself even though it was impossible with her soaking clothing. It was August and although the temperatures were relatively mild, the nights could be cool and they’d had rather cool weather over the past several days which included the rain storms that had caused the creek to overflow.
    Alessandria could hear the knight in the bushes, watching the road in the distance. Chad , they had called him. He had admitted to being from the House of de Lohr, so she could only assume that was his full name – Chad de Lohr. She hadn’t gotten a good look at the man as he’d pulled her from the priory but what she could see had been intense – eyes the color of a hot summer sky had gazed back at her, scorching, and she could see blond tufts of hair peeking out from beneath his helm. Beyond that, she could see nothing else and the truth was that she didn’t care one way or the other.
    She wasn’t the least bit curious about him, this man who had extracted her from her home under the guise of trying to save her from the king. She didn’t care for him or his alleged mission. She simply wanted to be warm again, and without fear, because, at the moment, she was fairly wretched. But she kept her face buried in her cold clothing because it was all she had, keeping her eyes closed and hoping she might be able to fall asleep that way. At least she wouldn’t be aware of the cold if she could sleep a little. But the problem was that she was far too on-edge for sleep and, ears at attention, she could hear the ground give when he took a step or two, moving about in their hiding place. She was aware of his every movement, like the prey aware of the hunter.
    She felt very much like prey.
    “Did you hurt yourself when you fell?”
    His deep voice, quite raspy, was very quiet in the darkness. Still, the sound startled her. Alessandria shook her head.
    “I did not,” she muttered against the cold clothing.
    He fell silent for a moment but he was moving and it was too late when Alessandria realized he had moved close to her. In fact, his big body was right next to her by the time she realized it and she startled, trying to move away from him but tipping over in the process. He reached out, politely, to keep her from falling into a bush with thorns in it but Alessandria didn’t realize that. She didn’t take kindly to being grabbed and, resisting him, fell into the thorny bush in spite of his efforts to prevent it. She yelped.
    “I was trying to prevent you from poking holes in yourself,” he told her in that low, hoarse tone. “There are sharp things on that bush beside you.”
    Alessandria rubbed her left arm, trying not to appear too foolish. “You… you startled me,” she said. It was the truth. “Did those men who were following us go away?”
    He turned his head in the darkness, looking in the direction of the road. “They continued on after my men,” he said, “but not without two of them becoming stuck in the mud. They are still out there, trying to pull one of the horses free.”
    That had Alessandria’s interest somewhat. She craned her neck, trying to see what he was looking at. “So we must stay here?”
    He nodded. Then, he turned to look at her. “For a short time, at least until I can figure out what those two fools are doing,” he said. He studied her for a moment in the darkness. “Forgive me for my bad manners, but we