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trousers. He caught her eye and winked. With horror, she realized he had an erection.
    "Just a taste for now," Chelan said.
    Feran's hand went to his crotch and he rubbed it shamelessly. "And what of your brother's men? We could use a taste."
    "You are my men."
    "For now," Feran corrected and he looked Aislin over with a lecherous eye. "Your brother would let us share her."
    "I'm not my brother." Chelan sent an exploratory toe into her belly, rolling her over. She refused to look up into that chiseled face. She wouldn't look at either of them, the bastards.
    Feran wouldn't let it go. "Conn wouldn't keep her to himself," he said, insistent. "After all that blood and sweat. A man needs--"
    "A man needs to do what his leader says."
    Feran grunted, but he didn't argue.
    Chelan scuffed the sole of his boot over a nearby rock, leaving a smear of blood and detritus. He regarded Feran with disgust. In turn, Feran sneered at him, and Aislin suspected there was more beneath his hatred then merely being refused something he wanted.
    "Again," Feran said. "You're not my leader."
    Chelan planted his boots shoulder-width apart, indicating he couldn't be moved. "You'll wait until I'm done with her."
    "By the looks of things, she'll be done with you long before you are her."
    Chelan shrugged. "Maybe so," he said. "But at least I'll have had my fill." He crouched down in front of her, his hands across his knees. She glared into that green gaze until he broke into a patronizing grin, then she leaned over to spit on his boot. He set the toe against her chin, pinning her cheek to the earth, forcing her to go slack in surrender. She might give him compliance for the moment, but she wouldn't forget. She'd work on her power till it flowed from her and turned them all to cinder. She glared up at him. He ran a calloused hand through the bush of his curls.
    Evidently, Feran grew tired of waiting for whatever exchange Chelan expected and he pushed off the stone and took a step toward her, the fingers that had been rubbing over his crotch now untying the laces. "Move out of the way, young pup," he said.
    Chelan eased to his feet and pulled his sword from over his shoulder. With almost casual demeanor, he pointed it at the older man as he advanced a few feet, closing the distance between them.
    "I said you will wait until I'm done with her."
    Feran lifted his hands in surrender. "At least you're quick. She'll grow bored of you soon enough," he said. Then he laughed, a horrible hawkish sound that was so dichotomous to the man's physique that at first she didn't think the sound came from him. She couldn't keep that disgustingly lustful gaze for one more second; she wouldn't. She forced her eyes back to the ground in front of her, this time scanning desperately for another stone or a stick or even a handful of poisonous mushrooms that she could cram into any orifice she found.
    Chelan's boots strode into view again and then his hand was reaching down for her, yanking on her elbow and pulling her to her feet.
    "Come," he said to her. There was very little tolerance in his voice, but it wasn't unkind either.
    She could barely stand, but she willed her knees to lock into place until she found herself being pulled along relentlessly toward where they abandoned the horses.
    "Where are we going?" she asked.
    He made a sound like he expected her to stay quiet.
    "My mother will send someone for me," she said.
    "I don't fear mothers," he said, pulling at her when she stumbled against a mossy stone and nearly fell.
    "You would fear mine," she said. "Unless you were foolish. Are you foolish?"
    He looked back at her with the briefest of interest and then trundled on ahead, pulling her with him without bothering to give her another look.
    He lifted her on to the back of his horse like he would a sack of grain. When he climbed up behind her, he laid one hand on her back almost possessively as he held the reins with the other. She watched as the walls of her village grew