Eye on Orion (26 page)

Perhaps the mention of my younger sisters will remind him I'll be missed if I don't return home soon. My pulse jumps as his dark eyes wander over my body, like I'm a wild mare to be captured and tamed.

"I've decided to give you the honor of a lifetime and make you mine before you leave tomorrow," he says, his brown eyes leering at me.

Before I can register his words, he springs forward, grabbing my wrist, and pulling me against his tall form. In my shock I react without thinking as four years of martial arts training take over. I stomp on his foot, followed by a knee to the stomach, and an elbow to the chest. He staggers away, but when his gaze meets mine he has a frightening sneer on his face, his dark eyes sparking in quiet fury.

"Chosen or not, you will regret striking me," he says, cracking his knuckles and taking an offensive stance. "Have you forgotten we share the same fight master? And I am three years ahead of you."

He leaps toward me throwing two punches I evade with ease. The assault continues, his strikes coming faster and faster, soon reaching a point where all I can do is block. I'm already weary from a day of hunting, and it's not long before I miss a leg sweep and fall to the ground. My head strikes a tree root. The sharp pain stuns me for a moment, then my vision begins to blur.

Lowering his body to mine, he holds my wrists over my head with just one hand while I struggle in his iron grip. He uses his body to hold me down, the weight against my chest making it difficult to draw in even the tiniest breath of air. Hateful eyes, now darkened with passion, bore into mine. The sour smell of his sweaty, unwashed body makes me gag in revulsion. He buries his free hand in my long copper hair, yanking it to force my head back.

"Please, Cory," I cry out with the small breath I'm able to pull into my lungs. "Please let me go! I don't want this! I swear I won't tell anyone… please."

His lips descend on mine in a fierce kiss, his teeth cutting my lower lip when I manage to wrench away. I try to headbutt him in the face, but he grabs another fistful of my hair, forcing his mouth back against mine in another bruising kiss.

"I believe the lady said no," a deep baritone voice rings out from beside us. "I suggest you remove yourself immediately before I'm forced to do it for you."

Cory leaps up to confront the newcomer, his face set in a vicious scowl.

"Do you have any idea who I am?" Cory snarls at the tall, auburn-haired male. "You just interfered with the wrong man. Perhaps a few days in the stockade will teach you a lesson."

Now that the monster has removed his oppressive weight, I sit up, gulping in several deep breaths of much needed air. My heart is racing, my breathing ragged, and I have to fight the urge to leap up and flee. I rub at the back of my head where it impacted the tree root, feeling the small painful knot forming beneath my hair. When my hand comes away blood-free, I breathe a tiny sigh of relief.

My eyes move to gaze at my savior, widening in appreciation of the gorgeous man. His posture is relaxed while he gazes at Cory's livid form. Only the fingers of his left hand give away his tension as they drum a light beat on the scabbard of his longsword. Dark auburn hair brushes the top of his shoulders, and unruly bangs cover part of his left eye. My breath catches when those molten orbs meet mine, a brilliant dark red, almost the same color as his hair. In all my years I've never seen red eyes before, and they're quite striking. He exudes raw masculinity from every pore making my already racing heart flutter in appreciation of the stunning male.

"Are you okay, Ashlyn?" he asks in a soft murmur while ignoring Cory.

The way my name rolls off his tongue sends tiny shivers coursing through my body. Even as I nod in response I wonder how this handsome man knows my name. I'm sure I'd remember meeting someone with his breathtaking appearance.

He pushes Cory aside with one of his broad shoulders before offering a hand to help me up. I place my hand in his, my eyes roaming up his arm, drinking in the muscled perfection of his tanned biceps as it strains the fabric of his blue short-sleeve shirt. When he pulls me up, I stumble a bit from fatigue and collide with his firm chest. He places his arm around my shoulders, holding me against his side, before returning his glare to my attacker. Though I don't know this man, I feel safe with him.

Wrapping my arms around him, I bury my face into his shoulder when my mind registers just what Cory had done. Tremors course up and down my body from horror and revulsion. The earlier shock is wearing off, and hot tears prick at my eyes. My stomach roils threatening to reject the small meal I had a short while ago.
No, no, no!
I refuse to allow Cory to see how much he scared me. I won't allow him the satisfaction. My savior strokes my left arm; the soothing motion quells my trembling, giving me the courage to face Cory without breaking down.

"I think the better question is… do you know who I am?" When Cory continues to glower at us without bothering to reply, my savior shrugs his shoulders. "Does the name Zane Elistaire mean anything to you?" Cory's eyes widen and his nostrils flare as he backs away from Zane. "If you weren't Mayor Franklin's kid, I'd beat you within an inch of your life right now." Cory turns to run away, but Zane grabs his arm before he can escape. "If I ever hear of you doing this to anyone again, it won't matter who your father is." Zane growls low in his throat before releasing Cory's arm.

My lips curl up in a wry smile, pleased to see my tormentor tremble before Zane. I bet this is the first time Cory has ever felt the terror he instills in others, the complete helplessness of being at someone else's mercy. Cory stands still for several moments, his eyes unfocused, before fleeing back toward the village like someone lit a fire under his feet.

"Thank you, Zane," I whisper once Cory is out of sight. "I don't even want to think about what might have happened if you hadn't arrived when you did."

His molten garnet eyes stare languidly into my golden orbs. My body trembles and he pulls me into a loose embrace, his eyes never leaving mine. He reaches up and brushes some stray hair from my cheek, the light touch of his calloused fingers along my skin flooding my body with delicious warmth.

"Did he hurt you?" Zane asks, breaking the mesmerizing hold his eyes had on me. He pulls back to inspect my body for injuries while I fidget under his scrutiny.

"I'll survive," I reply without thinking, though when I notice the angry red welts around my forearms I realize I'll have some nasty bruises. Zane takes my hands in his, brushing his thumbs over my injured wrists.

"I'm sorry, Ashlyn," he murmurs as he continues to caress my wrists.

"How do you know who I am?" I ask, a hot flush rising to my cheeks from his touch. "I'm sure I'd remember meeting someone as… interesting as you."

Dear Goddess, I almost said gorgeous instead of interesting. I can feel the blush on my face deepen when his molten gaze moves from my wrists back to my face.

"You're the Chosen," he replies as if the phrase alone answers my question, and I suppose it does.

Three weeks ago I was a simple seventeen-year-old girl spending my days hunting in the forest to support my large family. Once I was announced as the next Chosen, I became a celebrity of sorts in our small town. Well, not just in our town. People from other villages flocked to Verdane to gawk at me. The worst part is the gambling, so many people placing bets on where, when and how I'll die. Not if… when.

"I'm a mercenary. I arrived in town a few days ago with the merchant caravan." Well that would explain why I didn't recognize this handsome man. "Are you ready to head back to town?" When I nod, his eyes fall on my valuable forest leopard. "Please tell me that beautiful creature attacked you, and it was killed in self-defense."

"Of course," I exclaim. "I would never hunt such a rare animal, no matter how much it's worth. Now how many girls do you know who are thrilled to be attacked by a leopard?" I ask, laughing at the absurdity.

Just another of my boyish qualities Cory was complaining about. What a jerk. Perhaps leaving on this quest won't be so bad after all… at least I'll be free of Cory once and for all.

"That would be one, you apparently," he says with a soft chuckle. Leaning over he picks up the leopard and hoists it over his left shoulder. "Excellent shot," he adds, admiring the arrow through the eye of the leopard.

"Well it was only about eight feet away and running straight at me when I shot it," I reply, surprised at the swell of pride I feel from his compliment.

"Just makes it all the more magnificent doesn't it? Shall we?"

Grabbing the bloody sheet from the ground, I wad it up and stick it in my navy pack relieved I don't have to drag the heavy leopard any farther.

"Yeah, thanks for everything, Zane," I murmur, glancing at him from beneath my fall of red bangs.

"You're welcome, Ashlyn," he says with a rakish grin, making my heart flutter in my chest. "Come, let's go before we lose the remaining daylight. "

He takes off at a brisk pace forcing me to jog to keep up with him. I've spent so many sleepless nights the last three weeks wishing to the Goddess I hadn't been chosen by the town to recover the stolen Goddess Statue. Now as I gaze at the handsome man walking ahead of me, I lament my Chosen status once more.

Too bad I can't stay in town to get to know this gorgeous, enigmatic mercenary better
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