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around his wife as he took her with him. His stallion fled to do what he was trained to do—hide until the attack was over and to let no one take him.
    He hit the ground hard, taking as much of the blunt force as he could, then he quickly got them to their feet and hurried her to a large boulder. He pressed his palm to her chest and ordered, “Do not move from this spot.”
    He flung his black cloak off and drew his sword as he turned and faced the onslaught of warriors pouring out of the surrounding woods.
    Heather’s heart pounded with fear. It was as if she had been plunged back to the day she had been abducted. Only this time the warriors who attacked did not wear the white face paint of the ghost warriors. These warriors’ faces were smeared with dirt and their fierce screams echoed through the woods as they attacked.
    She did as her husband ordered and braced herself up against the boulder, terrified she would be taken captive once again. Her eyes grew wider as she watched her husband battle the warriors that came at him. Never had she seen a man fight with the ferocity and power that her husband displayed. He felled warrior after warrior. It was as if he grew in strength and determination with each deadly blow he inflicted.
    When he suddenly turned around, his sword in the air, she cringed, thinking for a moment he meant to use it on her, but it caught a warrior perched on top of the boulder, slicing into his neck, his lifeless body dropping off to the side.
    Heather looked to her husband, but he had already turned to battle another enclave of warriors advancing on him. Her eyes darted anxiously, watching as the ghost warriors fought the attacking horde, bodies dropping like swatted flies. She wrapped her arms around herself, frightened beyond belief.
    Get a weapon! Protect yourself! Her sister’s voice resonated in her head so loudly that she cast a quick look to see if Patience was actually there and was disappointed when she saw that she was nowhere to be seen. Patience had trained her and Emma in the use of various weapons. She had warned that fear would be the greatest enemy in such an attack. Turn that fear to anger, Patience had told them and do not go down without a fight.
    Heather rarely got angry, but what did spur her into action was watching a wounded ghost warrior trying to crawl off the battlefield to safety. Without hesitation or care for her own safety, she quickly slipped behind the boulder and made her way along the outskirts of the fighting. When she reached the wounded warrior, she ducked down by him. He had suffered a serious wound to his leg, making crawling difficult. She reached out and grabbed his hands and when he saw who had latched onto to him, he grabbed her hands tightly. With strength born of determination, she pulled him into the woods and behind an enormous bush. It provided a modicum of safety for the time being.
    One look at his injured leg told her it was serious. Such a sizeable gash often proved difficult if not impossible to heal, but Heather did not intend to let that stop her. She slipped off her tunic, tore it in half at the shoulders and wrapped his leg with one of the pieces. Once done, she helped him sit, bracing his back against a tree trunk.
    “Hopefully, you will be safe here while I go and see if other wounded warriors require my help.”
    He grabbed her wrist. “I cannot let you go, my lady. The Dragon would want you kept safe.”
    Heather twisted free, his strength having waned from the injury or else she would never have been able to escape his grip. “I will be fine. I will stay on the outskirts of the fighting.” She turned and took off, ignoring his pleas.
    Crouching down to remain as inconspicuous as possible, Heather made her way along the fringes of the battle. She managed to pull another warrior to safety and, with him leaning heavily on her shoulder, got him to where she had left the other warrior. He had taken a sword to his side and from what she