CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 14 (inside comment)
posted by Cat @ 7:10 PM
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
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- Name: Cat
- Location: BULLARD, Texas, United States
C.R.Myers is a Texan—born and bred in the Lone Star State. A English/Drama teacher by profession, she received her M. A. from the University of Texas at Tyler. As a teacher and professional speaker, she designed and implemented her own creative course as well as writing college sketches, which were performed on a local television station. She decided to start writing seriously only within the last few years. Since then, she has written eleven novels. Black Ice/Shadowed Road was her first published novel. Since then, Through the Shadows, Red, Red Rose, Lady’s Game, Shattered Illusion, and Blonde Logic have been published as well as nine other stories sold to area newspapers and magazines. Through her writing, she has received cards and letters from fans from all over the US and fifteen different countries. The books have sold well and the reviews have been strong, leading to seven book signings and two out of state appearances. Two of the books have been chosen as books to be presented in Austin at the Texas Book Festival.
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Chapter 14
A faint sound up ahead drew his attention to a slight opening in the foliage. He paused to listen. There. He heard it again, only louder this time. Moving through the opening he spotted a bit of color caught in the thorny stem of a hanging vine. He recognized the material as matching the fabric in her robes and wanted to laugh aloud. He was on the right track and if his instincts were to be trusted, very close to his prey. Giving his horse a gentle nudge, he moved slowly toward the sound. When he had traveled about twenty more feet, his mount stopped, stubbornly refusing to go any farther. Fearing the worst, he dismounted and covered the remaining distance on foot.
“Don’t move,” he ordered as soon as he spotted the girl. She was standing frozen, her back pressed against an ancient oak tree. Crouched about five feet in front of her was a male bobcat, muscles tensed, ready to spring. Anthony drew his sword and made a hissing sound through his teeth, hoping to tempt the animal’s attention away from the girl. The cat gave him a sidelong glance, and closed his eyes, seemingly bored. Anthony, however, was not fooled, and when the bobcat sprang toward him, he was poised to impale the animal on his sword.
Nicadea’s high-pitched scream echoed harshly throughout the quiet woods, alerting the other searchers that she had been found. “He would have killed me,” she said, after the initial fright had passed. “You saved my life.”
Anthony gave her an odd look. “General Saturnus wanted you alive.”
The words fell between them like writhing snakes, contorting her face with revulsion. “So, you saved me for that brute to rape and abuse. Forgive me if I find that less than heroic. You should have let me die. At least my suffering would be been eased quickly.”
Her words surprised him. “Most women would feel honored to be desired by such a man. Have you not met the General?” he asked, thinking back to the cave.
She made an unattractive sound and mumbled a curse in Celtic. “He is an animal—a beast unfit for human company. I despise and loathe him as a spawn of the devil.”
He stepped toward her, his sword still grasped in his hand. “Hold your tongue, woman. The General is generous to his slaves but has little patience for naysayers. If he hears you talk like that, he will most certainly have you flogged.”
She wanted to say more, but something held her back. Maybe it was the bloody sword the man was shaking in her direction. Maybe it was because he knew that what he had said was true. “What are you to him?”
Anthony lowered his weapon. “I am his second and his friend.”
“Then, he is a fortunate man,” she said, without bitterness. “I wonder if he appreciates such loyalty.”
Cassandra slowly lowered her bruised body into the seat of the silver-gray Jaguar, closing her eyes against the pain. She remembered reading once that the brain can only process one point of pain at a time. If that were true, then she must have exceptional mental capabilities because she could feel them all—every bruise, every cut, every hurt. Trying to find a comfortable position was impossible, even in the luxury vehicle. She drove to the nearest emergency room outside access and waited for an attendant. A young man dressed in light blue scrubs approached the vehicle.
“Could you help me?” she asked through the open window, while making no attempt to leave the car.
She lowered her eyes in an attitude of humiliation. “I’ve been assaulted,” she said, allowing the tears forming in her eyes to spill over and run down her cheeks.
“Have you contacted the police?”
She shook her head. “No, I came here. I’m really hurt.”
“Just a minute, Ma’am,” he said, walking over to a second attendant. The two men spoke briefly and then he was back. “We’re bringing a wheelchair down. Are you in a lot of pain?”
“Yes.”
The man looked sympathetic. “We’ll take good care of you.”
Forty-five minutes later, she checked into a private room to await the arrival of a doctor. She had been examined, photographed, and tested. The evidence appeared to be conclusive. The only thing left for the hospital to do was to call the police. She reached across the edge of the bed to the nightstand and retrieved her purse, unable to resist a final look in the mirror. Her face looked as beautiful as ever. She wanted it perfect.
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