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Warrick’s roar sounded like a wild beast bent on devouring anything in its path. “Circle the village.”
His warriors responded instantly, surrounding the village before anyone could react, except for—
“Warrick!” Craven yelled his beastly roar powerful, though not as mighty as Warrick’s.
Warrick turned a snarl so vicious on Craven that Espy grabbed her husband’s arm to stop him from stepping forward.
“Not a word, Craven,” Warrick warned, his arm shooting out to point an accusing finger at his friend, then turned to speak with Roark.
The two talked briefly, then Warrick walked past Craven and Espy, casting neither of them a glance, and came to a stop at the top of the stone stairs to peer out over the village.
“Do not move. Remain as you,” Roark called out as he walked a short distance from where his horse stood, forcing those near to clear a path and an even wider spot when he came to a stop, no one wanting to be in close proximity to him.
Craven brushed his wife’s hand off his arm and approached Warrick.
“One word and your clan will suffer for it,” Warrick warned, turning a menacing eye on his friend.
Espy hurried to her husband’s side and spoke up, fearful for Adara and her husband. “Adara has suffered much at your dungeon and is frightened. She means no disrespect.”
The fury on Warrick’s face distorted his handsome features and had Craven once again slipping his arm around his wife’s waist and tucking her against him. They both cringed when Warrick yelled out.
“Show yourself, Adara. Now!”
“I think he knows her,” Espy whispered to Craven.
Craven eased her away from Warrick as he murmured, “Then it is between them.”
Espy went to argue and Craven shook his head, holding her firm.
“Adara!” Warrick shouted out again.
Still no response.
Warrick glanced over the people gathered and saw no sign of movement… no sign of Adara.
He spoke for all to hear, his voice strong, commanding, and his words threatening. “Show yourself, Adara, or I will make men, women, and children suffer for your failure to obey me.”
The threat had Craven stepping forward. “Then it will be me who suffers, for you will not touch any in my clan.”
The people huddled with each other, grateful their clan leader would sacrifice for them, though not sure if it would make a difference.
“One last chance, Adara,” Warrick warned with a shout, ignoring Craven’s noble gesture.
When no movement was seen, Warrick gave a nod to Roark.
Roark quickly grabbed a woman from the crowd and Craven rushed to her aid only to be met by two of Warrick’s warriors, their swords at his neck before he could reach for his own, forcing him to halt his steps.
“Stop!” the frantic cry called out.
“Show yourself,” Warrick ordered and he watched as the crowd parted to reveal Adara.
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