Chapter 8
Mark ordered his guards to strip me of the robe and shoes. I dodged their grasp, Liam darting in to throw a punch at one of them.
Another guard jumped on his back and bore him to the ground, while the one he’d tried to punch went to kick him.
‘Not the head,’ said Mark, tone still cold and contained. ‘We don't want bruises for when we show him to the followers with his new wife.’
Liam roared, trying to buck off the guard on his back and dodge the kick aimed at his ribs at the same time. I heard the air whoosh out of his lungs when the kick landed, but I had my own problems to worry about.
One of the guards had hold of my hair, twisting it in his fist as the other pulled the robe off me.
‘It’s not her fault. I didn’t know I’d undone it.’ Liam’s voice was a wheeze. ‘I haven't
