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Early the next morning, I’m awoken by a pair of arms shaking me persistently.
“We’ve got to head off, Claire. Your captors are on our tails.”
I jump to my feet, the tent swims before my eyes. Before I fall back down, a pair of arms steady me.
I look up and into a pair of light brown eyes.
Cain. From last night. He’s the one who treated me.
“Claire, I know you’re disoriented, but we have to move,” he insists, grabbing my arm.
We’re not even out of the tent before someone basically tears his way in.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he howls.
The man before me was one of the guys around the campfire last night. I don’t know his name though.
He’s got messy blond hair that’s sticking up in every which way, his light blue eyes are cold and full of hatred.
“Bundle the bitch up and lets get the fuck out of here!” he shouts.
He grabs my wrist and drags me out of the tent unceremoniously.
“Dom!” Cain hisses from behind us.
But the blond – who must be Dominic – doesn’t respond though. Instead, he easily lifts me up, dumps me on a horse and climbs on behind me.
Without further ado, we’re galloping off, leaving the rest of the guys behind.
What the hell is going on?
“What’s –“
“Shut up and hold on,” he growls, cutting me off.
In a matter of minutes, I hear more galloping and chance a peak over my shoulder. Dominic is glaring at me, but over his shoulder, I see 5 other horses.
Phew, at least the other guys are around.
“Did Cain say Adam was on our tail?” I try again.
“Yes,” Dominic growls.
I flinch from the pure rage in his voice.
What I wouldn’t give to be on any of the other horses right now.
