Fear turned to panic. The realization that Damien’s treatment of her had been kind struck her. After all, she had tried to take his head off with a battle ax, her chain too, not to mention the candle. And yet he had not broken her, for with those large hands he could easily. These were Liam’s men, she could feel it in the pit of her stomach. What would he do when he found her chained to the wall of the master chamber? She picked up the chain to give it a pull but she had long ago tested its strength until her fingers were sore and scabs were torn open from the effort. She dropped it, letting the links slide through her fingers and it fell with cold echoes against the stones. She pulled the blanket closer about herself and moved to the wall and sat down. Her back against the wall, her knees drawn up to her chest, the fur wrapped tightly around her she waited. Midday turned into dusk and still no one came, not Damien to the chamber, not the men outside the walls. She kept a constant, nearly maniacal vigilance on the men sitting on the hill until the darkness faded them into the landscape. She thought of her candle as the shadows began to darken the entire interior of the chamber and still Damien did not come.
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