The Demons of Our Love (Completed)

Chapter 7

By popular request, this is in Adrian's POV....before and after the attack... 

 do u like the new cover? or the old one?

Adrian's pic in the corner...posted Catalyn's pic in Chap 6...

Updated cast list... 

enjoy my squirells!

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 Adrian POV

I laid down my cards. "I win again!"

Harrison rubbed his forehead. "You've won the past four times. Call it a night? I'm clean out of crowns."

"Oh, just one more game?" I said, grinning. "Five times the charm?"

Harrison shook his head. "Not me. How about you?" he said, adressing the other knights who were playing. 

I watched them debate whether or not to play. Suddenly, I thought I heard a scream. "DId you hear that?" I said, my brow furrowed. 

"No." Harrison said.

I sat back in my chair. "I thought I heard a scream."

"Sire, you're drunk. That's why." said Harrison. "Three tankards of ale."

"There it is again!" I said, getting up. "Someone screaming my name!" 

"Abosolutely potted." Harrison said, shaking his head. "Potted."

I picked up my sword. "I'm going to bed."

I made my way out of the knight's chambers. I grinned. I had won all my games, and I was in a great mood. Through the gale outside, I heard another scream. My grin disappeared. What was that?

I made my way to my chambers. Fynn was still indisposed. I snorted. He really needed to man up. And that girl, coddlying him like he was a wee babe. I rolled my eyes at the ceiling. 

I rounded the corner and stopped. 

A man was standing facing the wall, touching something. The light shifted. 

Catalyn.

My fiancee. Half-naked, sobbing, being groped by the man. My vision turned red. 

I leaped forward and wrenched him away. His arm gave a crack and it flailed out and caught me on my forehead. I ignored it. 

"DID HE TOUCH YOU?!" I roared, looking at the sobbing girl on the ground. She let out an indiscernable nod. A black shape, her dog, came up next to her. Harrison rounded the corner at a run and took in the scene. He hastened to her side. 

I turned my attention to the man. He was holding a cruel, notched knife and I whipped out my sword. One swipe at his knife and it clattered the the floor. 

"How dare you!" I yelled. "How dare you dishonour a noblewoman? You rat. You. Piece. Of. Filth." I puntuated every blow with a punch. At the last word, I rammed the butt of my sword into his head. The skin broke, and red blood streamed down his face. At this time, I was mad. Crazy with anger. More knights had run up and they held me back. "LET ME GO!" I yelled, ready to rip this slime to pieces. 

"Sire!" One of the knights yelled. "The girl!"

My vision cleared, and the anger was replaced by panic. I threw them off and ran to her side. She was curled up in a ball, wrapped her in robe. I scooped her up, and she buried her face in my chest. I felt her tears, hot and wet, soaking through the front of my shirt. I stroked her hair with one hand.  

"It's alright." I said, hearing her sobs quieten. "You're safe."

I looked over at the sailor being carried away. "Lock him up." I said to Harrison. "I'll deal with him later."