A young doctor unexpectedly finds herself forced to indoctrinate into a paramilitary organization, where a stoic hero silently falls in love. Slowly, he earns her trust. The love between them burns away the darkness of the past and acts as a beacon...
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Deep breaths.
Deep, fucking breaths Solan.
I gripped my reins, forcing air in and out of my lungs.
The four-hour journey back to the cabin did nothing to quell the rage burning in my chest or the desire to lock Ryn inside my arms for eternity.
Deep breaths.
Now, back at the cabin, Walt and Tom had left to return to the Barrons and connect with Otto. Once they collect all the documents Ryn had stolen, they will return to Post to debrief Wes and get guidance on what he wants us to do with all this information.
As for the rest of us?
Heyes thrashed angrily as Arthur shoved him off the back of the horse. The effects of the drugs long expired. Ryn watched with cautious eyes, meeting his furious gaze with one of somber curiosity.
Caleb and Arthur pulled him to his feet and dragged him into the stables, tethering his bound hands to a hook we installed in a cross beam of a tack room we cleared out.
Ryn, Aldric, and I dismounted, following behind them.
Heyes's muffled words sounded against the scold's bridle he wore.
Caleb looked at me, and I nodded in agreement, motioning to Arthur to remove the mask. Immediately, we were met with a barrage of meaningless words.
"You stupid motherfuckers. You have no idea who you're fucking with. You're all dead." He hollered, fighting against his restraints. "And YOU. You stupid bitch." He seethed at Ryn.
I watched her carefully, and she stayed dialed into Heyes.
"Enough." She said to him, her tone and eyes pricked with anger, among other things I couldn't decipher.
"You're dead." He repeated the same threat as before, only this time, his rage was amplified and explicitly directed at Ryn.
Ryn nodded. "We all die, Mitch. It's just a matter of how and when." She said evenly. "The details of my death are unclear – but yours..." She said, trailing to let the chilling truth settle around him.
Heyes barked out a hateful laugh. "You have been a very, very naughty girl." He said in a tone that insinuated vulgarity that flared the rage still burning in my chest. Arthur's head reared up; violence twitched at his fingers. Aldric shoved him backward, taking his place at Heyes's side. It was a sobering reminder to maintain my self-control... for now.
Heyes smiled viciously, his words oozing from his face like poison. "I want you to show me how naughty you can be... Tell me, how did the dress fit?" He asked through hooded eyes. "I know you were wearing it... and I know exactly what you weren't wearing." He said judgmentally.
Ryn lifted her eyes from Heyes and towards me. "How'd the dress fit?" She asked without wavering.
"Like sweet sin." I returned honestly, stepping forward and extending a hand towards Aldric, who gave me the bridle back.
