Bride of the Beast
I raked my eyes over the men being loaded into the gurneys and wheeled inside by more workers than I had ever seen at breakneck speed, unable to find the white-blond-haired man until he was just in front of me, soaked through with rain.
“Hector! Are you okay? What's going on?” I gasped, pressing my hand against his face and clothes as though I could suck the water through my appendage.
“The lowland Rogues, they broke through before we could get to the interim, burst through the main gates,” Hector whispered angrily, after kissing the back of my hand in his moment of hesitation, his troubled eyes moving from me to fit around us restlessly.
My heart sank at the thought of my Uncle Ben and brot
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