"So, my lady? No, dinnae you squeal."
When cold steel jabbed her throat? There was also the matter of her hair nearly being yanked from her head. But the arm wrapped around her squeezed the air from her body although her heels fought for purchase in the snow.
"One word and you're dead. You hear? You understand?"
As God was her witness, to have steeled herself not to make a sound, as the Wolf's boots had crunched feet from where she'd cowered—several days ago now—had been torture. But the memory of the last time she'd smelled this man's brutal breath so close to her face, was worse.
She'd hardened quite a bit since then though. Too much to let her own breath hitch even a quarter inch in fear although her mouth fell open. Where had he come from? Not once in the last hour, as she'd edged
