Whispers of the Sea (The Compulsion Bride Series) Book II (Unedited)

Chapter fourteen

The two men lives were short lived. It wasn't a difficult task to find out where they were. She caught one of them lying await at the horses they travelled with. He was either to stay and watched for anyone trying to escape or to keep the horses quiet. Perhaps both? He did not hesitate to raise his pistol, upon witnessing her approach, therefore she didn't hesitate to get rid of him. The other was a challenged. The unmarked gunshot, that went off as the body fell to the ground with the startled, noises of the horses brought him from the back of the cottage. His eyes widen watching her extract the arrow from the deceased body. She didn't need to turn to know all of this. It had been revealed in her vision. Gabrielle heard the pistol landed on the ground beside his feet, she turned, staring at him with rose eyebrows. His eyes that were focusing on the body suddenly turned to greet her. "You bitch!"

She frowned. This was not supposed to happen. He was to take one look at her and ran, no insult or confrontation. What went wrong? Her visions never failed her before, they were always accurate to the point. Brielle....She gasped both from hearing her father's voice and witnessing the man snatching his pistol off the ground. Her quick reflects, allowed her to throw herself behind a bunch of wildflowers before the bullet made contact with her body.

"Ye kill' me' brother!"

She gasped, chest rising upwards and downwards. This was not possible! But it was her father, she was speaking about. Nothing was beyond his limits, once desperate to find someone, he would. She had drunk so many teas to block his advances and yet this happens and at a time when she was preoccupied. The darkness around her had gotten quiet, the man was nowhere to be heard. Her head swayed from left to right, she took the quiver with arrows off her back and lay them beside her. Her bow resting in her lap, she stared at the arrows and slowly eased one out. Her fingers trembled when she tried to put them together. She hated her father. It made her body shook. Or was it fear? Fear that he was closer than she thought? Distracted, the hilt of a pistol collided with her face, she fell back, just as the man threw his weight on her body. His hand snaked around her neck, squeezing her just enough so she could feel that he was in control of her life and not enough to kill her as yet.

"Ye a gorgeous lady, aren't you...never see the likes before" His breath made Gabrielle nose wrinkled. "Don't mind if I have a little fu-"

"You weren't supposed to get killed," She said between gasped breaths. Her voice was almost pitiful. Eyes glistering with rage.

The confused look on the man's face lasted only a second before he was stabbed with the knife she had extracted from her boot. His dead weight dropped on Gabrielle. Grunting, she removed one hand from the knife that was filled with blood, to push the body off her. The knife that her other hand had held tightly too, slid from his graved body before his back touched the ground.

Gabrielle allowed her head to fall back on the ground, feeling the grass tickling at her nape. Looking up at the dark sky with envy, for its ability to disappear completely when the sunrise and appear once again when necessary. She brought the knife that she still held tightly in her hand and stared at it before allowing it to drop beside her. Silently, she cleaned herself, from the blood on her hands and the one that oozes from her lips, evidence that there was a bruised. Her life may be filled with evil but it was not who she was. Definitely not what she wanted. The tips of her fingers were cold against her swollen lip. She can never escape the darkness like the sky, there was no light, no sunshine. Helping others when she can, was the only thing that made her felt pleasant. Good. She would risk what's left of her life for others, giving them a happy ending one that she would never have. Knowing she changed someone's life, would give her peace when she's gone. She'll do anything, even tormenting herself by wear a dam dress!