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    Wintra nodded, remaining silent. She needed to find out what had happened to Owen before she attempted to do anything.
    Torr slid off her and to his feet in one easy motion, then reached down to assist her up. She took his hand hesitantly, though he couldn’t blame her. She only had his word that her brother had sent him and, having been abducted once, she was probably leery of trusting anyone.
    Her hood fell back off her head as she got to her feet with a jolt, releasing a mass of honey gold-colored curls. They sprung out around her head giving her a wild abandoned look and that was when Torr realized what a beauty she was. She would certainly catch a man’s breath, perhaps rob him of it, her features were so exquisite. And her eyes were the color green of the hills on a bright summer morning.
    She kept her voice low when she inquired, “Where is—” She stopped not sure how to refer to Owen, since this man believed him her abductor. She was grateful when he finished for her.
    “Your captor is off hunting.”
    “And the others?” she asked, though there were no others. The men who had helped Owen had bid them farewell yesterday. They were now on their own.
    “How many?” Torr asked, wondering why she was lying to him. It had taken almost two weeks to track them in the snow, but he had eventually picked up their trail. He had followed and watched for a few days. He had been surprised when the six men had left them yesterday and even more surprised when he followed her abductor before dawn and found him meeting with another contingent of warriors. He wondered if her captor had been paid to abduct her for someone else and was about to turn her over to him. In which case, he had to get her out of there as fast as possible.
    “A dozen or more.”
    Torr stared at her. Another lie. But why? Unless—the thought hit him fast and he reacted just as quickly. His hand was over her mouth before she could let out a scream.
    She struggled, but it was useless against his strength. She tried to elbow him in the ribs and it did nothing but hurt her, having hit rock-solid muscle. She didn’t give up though, she continued pelting him with whatever she could; hands, elbows, arms, feet. It was like hitting a stone wall. Nothing affected him. Her efforts only served to tire her out, and fast.
    Torr let her throw her tantrum, knowing her strength would dissipate quickly and when it did… He managed to rip a piece off the hem of her tunic and shove it into her mouth before he bound her in her own cloak. He then flung her over his shoulder and hurried into the woods.
    It took him a while to reach his horse, having taken the time to misdirect his tracks. He had no doubt that the contingency of warriors had a tracker with them and that he would soon figure out what Torr had done. It would take some time, though, and by then he would be well ahead of them.
    Torr draped Wintra over the horse. She almost sent herself flying off the animal, she struggled so much. He caught her before she fell on her head, stood her on her feet, and grabbed tight hold of her face, pinching her cheeks with his grip.
    “You’re going home with me and that’s final. Why you would foolishly go off with such a vile man is beyond me. But you are going home. I will see to that.”
    Her eyes narrowed, the green color darkening as if a murky cloud had drifted over them.
    He scooped her up and once again draped her over the horse, quickly mounting behind her, and when she began to protest, he gave her backside a hard whack. Her head jerked around and she glared at him as if she wanted to kill him.
    “Struggle some more, and it will be a good beating you’ll get.” He brought his hand down on her backside once again to let her know that his warning held merit.
    She let out a muffled cry, in anger or concern he wasn’t sure, and at the moment didn’t care. There was no telling what her foolishness could bring them, and he didn’t intend to wait around and