Muted Danger-Muted series

2•Stranger women 1

Few days have passed since the truth being out. His family is more endearing to him. He hated it.

He rode to the city and covered himself in a hood. He stopped by an inn and asked the inn master to take care of his horse,Fein ,the white mate he has had for a decade.

He walked around the crowded places of the dirty slumps. He liked doing this as he is a law practioner. If ever he saw an injustice he will report it .

He heard it before he saw it.
The sounds of distress coming from a dingy alley.
"Let go of me!Let me-"
A slap sounded.
"Shut up you whore!".A brute voice sounded.
"I am not a whore let me go!".she cried.

Her voice caused an ache to form in his heart.
"Your prostitute of a mother owes me".he answered coldly.

He entered the alley and saw a man holding the girl against the wall.

He saw red as he could remember how he was conceived. He rushed forward and pulled the man back by the scruff of his neck and punched him. His hair moving from it's natural neatness.

Melinda saw her attacker being punished brutally by what she can only describe as the most beautifully frightening man. His movements precise and calculated but the look in his eye. So cold and angry.

She shivered in fear. With his clean cut moves and satin shirt underneath the expensive looking cloak.

He hit the man to oblivion.
Then he sighed.
He turned to the girl. His icy blue gaze almost accusing.

She shifted back as he stepped toward her. She turned to run. But his heart raced with an unknown emotion. He clutched her arm.
She panicked and hit his arm ,he groaned.
She gasped seeing blood on her fingers. Blood dripping on the floor . It was not her's. She saw her attacker's cheap blade on the ground.
She gasped.
"You are hurt."she realised. Not many people in her region would help a female from being raped was a noble deed many would just walk away or indulge themselves.

"Where do you live?".he asked instead.
"Uhm,I was going to-"she began only to be cut off.
"Your house".he cut off in a voice that said no nonsense voice and icy glare.
She sighed. Reached down to her dress layers and cut off a piece of the frail worn dress.

She touched his injured arm. He stepped away from her as if she burned him.
"I won't harm you. I give you my word. "she whispered . He cocked his head to the side.

He could not hear what she said. He read her lips but found he could not understand. He was distracted. Never has he breath failed to enter his lungs. Never has a female inhibited his entire being.

Just thinking of what would've happened to the beauty had he not arrived, his jaw clenched.

His resolve dwindling and he grabbed her hand in an iron grip and said",Your house. Now and name".he gave no nonsense glare.

She gulped. Well at least he was taking her home unlike most men.

"Bethitha ". Isn't that a noble man city?
"My name is Melinda Rose McDonalds".
She seemed to understand his unasked question. Why she was in the slumps. Why did she look like a poor prostitute,well maybe not prostitute but poor in a frail slightly revealing dress that just above the ankles with brown worn leather boots disappearing up her skirt with her hair in slight waves with a furry purple Fedora with a light maroon or faded maroon coat. It reached it knees. She tied it up. Evidently her assailant opened it. She was stylish in an exotic English scandalous way. Her clothes clambered around her body.
"The outskirts of the suburb. I live in Waynord manor as tenants."she explained.
That was atleast five miles why was she here? At dusk.
He pulled her towards the street ,stopped a street cab .