Chapter Ten
It was three nights, not two, before Fritz demanded her in the tower again. With the delay, she’d been lulled by the idea that he’d given up the plan. Perhaps something had changed his mind, and he no longer found it necessary for her to assume Catherine’s trial as her own.
Wrong, Erin was pulled out of a sound sleep by Fritz’s hand. He jerked her rudely until she not only opened her eyes, but pulled out from under the warm blankets.
“I have the birches ready for you,” he announced. He was wearing nothing but pants. His brawny chest was naked. With a powerful arm, he reaching out to her with a firm hand demanding she join him. One swift move and her nightgown was on the floor. Completely naked, Erin was swept up over his shoulder like a sack of flour, and carried out of the
