The two men’s blades clashed, the force of Calum’s blow making Amaury stagger. ’Twas clear the other man intended to win at any price. Amaury was well aware that those warriors who defended the keep were mustering and the opportunity for escape—such as it was—was dwindling quickly.
But this man had despoiled Elizabeth. He had captured her and injured her, and Amaury could not let that pass unchallenged.
“So, you do desire my wife,” Calum said as he swung at Amaury. Amaury took a step back, then glanced down to check his distance to the lip of the wall. It was but a handspan away. Far, far below, the dark water of the moat glinted. The rain fell steadily upon them, the land around the keep wreathed in mist and shadows. “I wager you sampled her.”
“I know you did,” Amaury retorted and stru
