Chapter 2 Jasmine got kidnapped

DOMINIC will scarce believe our good fortune," Sabatian called to the rider beside him whose prisoner was also bound and draped across his saddle.

"Imagine-Cassius's girls standing beneath that tree as ripe for plucking apples from a branch.

Now there's no reason for us to have a look at Cassius s defenses-he'll surrender without a fight."

Tightly bound in her dark woolen prison, her head pounding and her stomach slamming against the horse's back with each lift of the beast's hooves, the name "DOMINIC" made Jasmine's blood freeze.

Dominic Winchester, the earl of Claymore. The Wolf. The horrifying stories she'd heard of him no longer seemed nearly so farfetched.

Bailey and she had been seized by men who showed no reverence whatsoever for the habits of the order of St. Albans which the girls wore, habits that indicated their status of novice-aspiring nuns who had not yet taken their vows.

What manner of men, Jasmine wondered frantically, would lay their hands on nuns, or almost-nuns, without conscience or fear of retribution, human or divine. No man would. Only a devil and his disciples would dare!

"This one's fainted dead away," Thomas said with a lewd laugh.

"A pity we don't have more time to sample our loot, although, were it left to me, I'd prefer that tasty morsel ye've wrapped in yer blanket, Sabatian,'

"Yours is the beauty of the two," Sabatian replied coldly, "and you're not sampling anything until Dominic decides what he wants to do with these two."

Nearly suffocating with fear inside her blanket, Jasmine made a tiny cry of mindless, panicked protest in her throat, but no one heard her.

She prayed to God to strike her captors dead on their horses, but God didn't seem to hear her, and the horses trotted endlessly, painfully onward.

She prayed to be shown some sort of plan to escape, but her mind was too busy, franti-cally tormenting her with all the gruesome tales of the deadly Black Wolf: He keeps no prisoners unless he means to torture them.

He laughs when his victims scream with pain. He drinks their blood..."

Bile surged up in Jasmine's throat and she began to pray, not for escape, for she knew in her heart there would be no escape.

Instead she prayed that death would come quickly and that she would not disgrace her proud family name.

Her father's voice came back to her as he stood in the hall at Jasmine, instructing her stepbrothers when they were young:

"If it is the Lord's will that you die at the hands of the enemy, then do it bravely. Die fighting like a warrior. Like a Cassius! Die fighting..

The phrases ranted through her mind, hour after hour, around and around, yet when the horses slowed and she heard distant, unmistakable sounds of a large encampment of men, fury began to overcome her fear.

She was much too young to die, she thought, and it wasn't fair! And now gentle Bailey was going to die and that would be Jasmine's fault, too.

She would have to face the good Lord with that deed on her con-science. And all because a bloodthirsty ogre was

roaming the land, devouring everything in his path. Her thundering heart doubled its beat as the horses

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came to a jarring stop. All around her, metal clanked against metal as men moved about and then she heard the prisoners_ voices. men's_voices crying pathetical-ly for mercy,

"Have pity, Wolf-Pity, Wolf-" The awful chants were rising to a shout as she was unceremoniously yanked from her horse.

"Dominic, her captor called out, "stay there-we've brought you something!"

Completely blinded by the cloak which had been thrown over her head, and her arms still bound by the rope, she was tossed over her captor's shoulder.

Beside her, she heard Bailey scream her name as they were carried forward.

"Be brave, Bailey," Jenny cried, but her voice was muffled by the cloak, and she knew her terrified sister couldn't hear her.

Jasmine was abruptly lowered to the ground and pushed forward.

Her legs were numb and she stum-bled, falling heavily to her knees. Die like a Cassius. Die bravely. Die fighting, the chant raged through her mind as she tried ineffectually to raise herself.

Above her, the Wolf spoke for the first time and she knew the voice was his. The voice was gravelly, fiery-a voice straight from the bowels of hell. "What is this? Something to eat, I hope."

Tis said he eats the flesh of those he kills..

Young Thomas's words came back to her while rage blended with the sound of Bailey 's scream and the calls for pity from the prisoners.

The rope around her arms was suddenly jerked loose. Driven by the twin demons of fear and fury, Jasmine surged clumsily to her feet, her arms flailing at the cloak, looking like an enraged ghost trying to fling off its shroud.

And the moment it fell away, Jasmine doubled up her fist and swung with all her might at the dark, demonic, shadowy giant before her, striking him on the jaw bone.

Bailey fainted.

"Monster!" Jasmine shouted. "Barbarian!" and she swung again, but this time her fist was caught in a

painful viselike grip and held high above her head "Devil!" she cried, squirming, and she landed s mighty kick at his shin.

"Spawn of Satan! Despoiler of innoc-!"

"What the-!" DOMINIC WINCHESTER roared, and reaching out, he caught his assailant at the waist and jerked her off her feet, holding her at arm's length, high in the air.

It was a mistake. Her booted foot struck out again, catching Dominic squarely in the grois with an impact that nearly doubled him over.

"You little bitch!" he thundered, as surprise, pain, and fury made him drop her, then grasp her by the veil, catching a handful of hair beneath it, and her head back. "Be still!" he roared. and jerking

Even nature seemed to obey him; prisoners stopped their keening cries, the sounds of clanging metal ceased and an awful, unearthly silence fell over the huge clearing.

Her pulse racing and her scalp smart ing, Jasmine squeezed her eyes closed and waited for the blow from his mighty fist that would surely kill her.

But it didn't come.

Half in fear and half in morbid curiosity, she slowly opened her eyes and for the first time, she actually saw His Face.

The demonic specter that towered before her nearly made her scream with terror:

He was huge Enormous. His hair was black and his black cloak war billowing out behind him, blowing eerily in the wind as if it had a life of its own.

Firelight danced across his swarthy, hawk like features, casting shadows that made him look positively satanic; it blazed in his strange eyes, heating them until they glowed like molten silver coals in his bearded haggard face.

His shoulders were massive and broad, his chest incredibly wide, his arms bulging with muscle. One look at him and Jenny knew that he was capable of every vile

thing he'd been accused of doing. Die bravely! Die swiftly!

She turned her head and sank her teeth into his thick wrist.

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She saw his blazing eyes widen a split second before his hand raised, then crashed against her cheek with a force that snapped her head sideways and sent her sprawling to her knees.

Instinctively, Jenny quickly curled herself into a protective ball, and waited, eyes clenched shut, for the deathblow to befall her, while terror screamed through every pore of her quaking body.

The voice of the giant spoke above her, only this time it was more terrible because it was so tautly controlled that it hissed with muted fury:

"What in the hell have you done?" Dominic raged at his younger brother.

"Haven't we problems enough without this! The men are exhausted and hungry, and you bring in two women to further fire their discontent."

Before his brother could speak, Dominic turned to issue a sharp command to the other man to leave them,

then his gaze slashed to the two prone female figures lying at his feet, one of them in a dead faint, the other curled into a ball, trembling so violently that her body shook as if in the throes of convulsions.

For some reason the quaking girl enraged him more than her unconscious counterpart.

"Get up!" he snapped at Jasmine, nudging her with the toe of his boot. "You were brave enough a minute ago, now get up!"

Jasmine uncurled slowly and, bracing her hand against the ground beneath her, she staggered awkwardly to her feet, swaying unsteadily while Dominic rounded on his brother again.

"I'm waiting for an answer, Sabatian!"

"And I'll give you one if you'll cease roaring at me. These women are-"

"Nuns!" Dominic bit out, his gaze suddenly riveting on the heavy crucifix hanging from a black cord around Jasmine's neck, then lifting to the soiled wimple and askew veil.

For a moment his discovery left him nearly dumbstruck. "God's teeth, you brought nuns

here to be used as whores?" "Nuns!" Sabatian gasped, astounded.

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"Whores!" croaked Jasmine, outraged. Surely be couldn't be so steeped in godlessness that he'd actually

give them to his men to be used as whores.

"I could kill you for this folly, Sabatian, so help me-"

"You'll feel differently when I tell you who they "Sebastian said, yanking his horrified gaze from are," Jasmine's gray habit and crucifix.

"Standing before you, with renewed delight "is the Lady Jasmine, beloved eldest child of Lord Cassius ."

Dominic stared at his younger brother, the hands at his sides unclenching as he turned to contemptuously survey Jasmine's dirty face.

"Either you've been fooled, Sabatian, or the land rings with false rumors, for 'tis said Cassius daughter is the rarest beauty in the land"

"Nay, I wasn't fooled. She is truly his, I heard it from her own lips."

Catching Jasmine's trembling chin between his thumb and forefinger, Jasmine stared hard at her smudged face, studying it by the firelight while his brows drew together and his lips twisted into a mirthless smile.

"How could anyone possibly call you a beauty?" he said with deliberate, insulting sarcasm. "The jewel of Scotland?"

He saw the flare of anger his words brought to her face as she jerked it out of his grasp, but instead of being touched by her courage, he was angered by it.

Everything about the name Cassius infuriated him, making vengeance boil up inside him, and he grasped her pale, smudged face and jerked it back to his. "Answer me!" he demanded in an awful voice.

In her state of near hysteria, it seemed to Bailey that Jasmine was somehow accepting blame that was rightfully Bailey's.

groping at Jasmine's gown, using it for leverage, she hauled herself to an unsteady, standing position, then she molded her body to Jasmine's entire right side, like twins fused together at birth.

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"They don't call Jasmine that!" she croaked when it seemed as if Jasmine's continued silence would surely bring terrible retribution from the terrifying giant "They-they call me that." before them.

"They-t "Who the hell are you?" he demanded furiously.

"She is no one!" Jasmine burst out, discarding the eighth commandment in hopes that Bailey might be freed if she were believed to be a nun, rather than a Cassius

. "She is merely Sister Bailey of Belkirk

Abbey!" "Is that true?" Dominic demanded of Bailey.

"Yes!" Jasmine cried.

"No," Bailey whispered meekly. Clenching his hands into fists at his sides, Dominic Winchester

briefly closed his eyes,

It was like a nightmare, he thought.

An incredible nightmare. Af-ter a forced march, he was out of food, out of shelter, and out of patience.

And now this. Now, he couldn't even manage to get a sensible, honest answer out of two terrified women.

He was tired, he realized, exhausted from three days and nights without sleep. He turned his haggard face and blazing eyes on Bailey.

"If you have any hope of surviving another hour," he informed her, correctly recognizing her as the most easily intimidated of the pair and, therefore, the least likely one to invent a lie, "you'll answer me now and with the truth.

" His rapier gaze stabbed into Bailey's fear-widened hazel eyes, imprisoning them. "Are you, or are you not, the daughter of Lord Cassius?"

Bailey swallowed and tried to speak but couldn't push a word past her trembling lips.

Drooping with defeat, she bowed her head and meekly nodded. Satisfied,

Dominic shot a murderous glance at the hellcat in gentle nun's garb, then he turned to issue a curt order to his brother:

"Tie them up and put them in a tent. Have Arik stand guard to protect them from the men. I want them both alive tomorrow for questioning."

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I want them alive tomorrow for questioning... the words reverberated in Jasmine's tortured mind as she lay in a tent on the ground beside poor Bailey, her wrists and feet bound with leather thongs, looking up at the cloudless, starlit sky through a hole in the top of the tent.

What sort of questioning did the Wolf have in mind, she wondered as exhaustion finally overtook her fear.

What means of torture would he use to exact answers from them, and what answers could he possi bly want? Tomorrow, Jasmine was certain, would mark

the end of their lives. "Jasmine?" Brenna whispered shakily. "You don't think he means to kill us tomorrow, do you?"

"No," JASMINE lied reassuringly.