Simon swallowed the curse he’d been about to use as the woman screamed. Half his men froze, Blake got to her first, clamping his hand on her mouth.
“Hush woman unless you want to join your lord in death!” Blake hissed at her.
Blake’s face went red as she bit down on his hand, struggling like a hellion in his arms. A couple of the other men went to his assistance. Simon heard the doors to the kitchen, where the woman they’d discovered was preparing for the morning, crash open. Two of Kastler’s guards came charging through the doors. They skidded to a halt, their eyes wide in shock, before they grasped for their swords and charged towards them. This time Simon swore, as one of his men went down, clutching his stomach unlucky enough to be sliced open by the backswing of the sword of one of
