CHAPTER EIGHT
The General’s Lady
The third night of her captivity, Renee was removed from her cage in the middle of the night—though night was difficult to figure in the underground cavern. She hoped that when she surfaced from the cellar that her sense of time had been so altered that it would be day and there would be a bright and beautiful sun and sky to gaze on. No such good fortune befriended her. The night in the rebel stronghold was as black as black ink on a stained blotter. Led by collar and leash, she was taken to a second building outside the lovely house with the despicable cellar, to a small cottage lit only by candles and perfumed with autumn incense.
“Amazing that any woman put under such duress could look so lovely,” Dash exclaimed, witnessing her entrance.
“I’m sure t
