The Dark Witch And Her Knights
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Young herbalist Sable is from one of the wealthiest kingdoms in the land. Abducted but unknowingly saved from disaster, she quickly has to turn her life of magical denial around. In the pursuit of saving her corrupt kingdom, she risks falling prey to the darkness around her. A Prince, a knight, a cursed warlock, a gaggle of evil crones, a lost family, and a new family. Can Sable overcome her hardships and save a crumbling kingdom? Or will she be lured into the darkness and decide it was never worth saving?
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"Stop," I demanded. "What are you doing?" He reached down picked me up and threw my legs around him. My instincts kicked in and I held on with my thighs trying not to fall. My hands wrapped around his neck briefly till I felt his hands cup and squeeze hold of the flesh of my ass through my dress.
I began swinging at him fully aware that he was walking us through the flower patch back to the center. Directly under the full moonlight. A hand had slid up my back, between my shoulder blades, forcing me closer to his large chest, and shortening the distance I used to create haphazard blows. Tightly he held onto my wrist and dropped my weight into the center of the field. Not once did his grip ease so I could run.
Forcing me to my knees he used his free hand to pull the athame out of the deep pockets of his long jacket. "You were never meant to be with Arbor. What he has done has set off the dark side of the prophecy and I must break the curse before it is too late. You will forgive me when this is over."
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