"Let me go!" I thrashed, trying to bite his hand, but he simply shook me like a rag doll.
"Save your breath, girl," he hissed. "Vane wants you. And what Vane wants, he gets."
The switch from the damp dungeon to the freezing outside air was terrifying. I felt myself being hauled through the hole in the ceiling, my feet dangling as the strange men carried me with effortless strength.
I tried to struggle by kicking my feet wildly but a heavy hand clamped over my mouth through the black cloth.
"Quiet, little wolf," a voice growled near my ear. It wasn't the voice of a guard. It was deeper, vibrating with a power that made my skin prickle. "Unless you want me to slit your pretty little throat."
I went still.
Next, I was thrown onto the back of a horse, the rough leather of the saddle brui
