A brilliant light flashed in the room. For a second, Kathryn wondered if this wasn’t what it felt like when you died. But the moment passed and she was still very much in this world. She blinked and half stood, unable to believe her eyes.
A giant of a man stood just beyond the door, a tapestry in one hand and a four-foot sword in the other.
“Kill the men. Spare the woman,” the General ordered. “She’s mine.”
The man took in the room at a glance, his eyes widening when he saw her. Swiftly, he turned back to the threat and attacked. His great sword cut through the men like a hot knife through butter. As she watched, two bloody heads rolled toward the bed. Using the distraction to their advantage, both Tienan and Logan dove for the other weapons, bringing them up and firing. Both her father and the General dove through the door, but they weren’t in time. She heard her father screaming in pain and the General yelling at him to shut up.
The stranger swung around and leapt over the bed, landing by her side. “You are unhurt?”
His accent was strange, but she understood him perfectly. “Yes.” She raised her hands to his face. He seemed so familiar. She blinked, taking in his bare chest, the arm and wristbands and the long brown hair that fell down his back. “Marc?” This was impossible. Marc was nothing but a character from a book, a figment from her dreams.
He flashed her a grin. “Kathryn.”
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