CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Genevieve fought the urge to cry out in terror as the battle surged around her. Left and right of her, men fought and died, their screams meaning that she probably wouldn’t be heard even if she let her voice join theirs.
She struggled with the ropes that held her. The ones connecting her to the horse seemed loose, but even so, Genevieve couldn’t get free of them. Then there were the ones that were wrapped around and around her wrists. Those didn’t budge even a little.
“Come on,” she said to herself, but it was useless.
That was bad, because out of the corner of her eye, Genevieve could see one of the guards who had been ready to execute her advancing. He raised his sword, and Genevieve had a moment to feel the full horror that came from thinking he might thrust it in
