Angie Arms - Flame Series 03 Read Online Free

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    “I said kill them!” Garrick hissed, despite their friendship , even Marcus didn’t question his orders.
    “It’s the children.”
    “The children?” Ryann asked, flying out of the bed, the fur she held clasped tightly in both hands to her breast.  Garrick was treated to a glimpse of thigh and hip as it hiked up to her waist, in her rush to get off the bed.  As she neared, he saw Marcus also saw and was still enjoying the view of her bare legs, when Garrick turned to head her off.
    He looked down at her, the fear for the children of her keep clearly written on her face.  He had the urge to punch Marcus for seeing her like this , but that would not make him unsee.  He also did not want either to know how angered he was that his man saw what was his.  Never had he experienced jealousy before.  He reached out, closing the blanket more securely around her, thus concealing her more fully, before turning back to Marcus.
    Marcus’s eyes were on the Countess when he continued , and Garrick felt his patience slip a notch further.  “The kitchen boy and stable boy demanded to see the Countess.  When their wish wasn’t granted, they talked the other children into revolting as well.  They are not only getting in their parents’ way, but holding up anything that needs to be done in the castle.  This includes preparing a meal for the hungry men.”
    Garrick shot a glance to Ryann.  “Let me talk to them,” she demanded.
    “No,” he started for the door, but she darted in front of him.  Where was the frightened little thing from just a moment before, he wondered irritably.
    He grabbed her by the shoulders, picked her up and sat her to the side.  As soon as her feet touched the ground and he released her , she darted back in front of him.  He reached down and closed the robe again, grinding his teeth in frustration, and fighting a desire like no other he ever felt.  “I will deal with this.”
    He made to go around , but she stopped him, “Winford and Daley are just concerned for me.  They’re just boys.”
    He grabbed her by her hands holding the blanket , and yanked her against him.  “You will obey me or I will beat you,” he said calmly into her face, but every muscle screamed to release the tension that was building in him.  He wanted to feel her lips against his, taste those succulent breasts that were pressed into his chest.  There must be no dissension in the ranks here, no question as to who was in charge.
    The fear was back on her face.  “Stay here,” he emphasized , shaking her slightly.
    He turned only to find her blocking his path again.  He itched to strike her for her blatant defiance, for that was what was done to defiant children and women.  Not that he had to deal with any defiance since he himself had been a child.  He reached for her.  “Do you plan to go bare chested?” she asked.  His hand dropped away and he stared at her.  No one had ever been concerned whether he was bare chested or not.  He offered a smile, but realized it came out more as a grimace, for he was not a man used to smiling.  He turned and led Marcus from the chamber.
    “Where are these little rebels?” Garrick asked.  The tension of the day was barely contained in him , and he knew Marcus heard the evidence of this in the edge of his voice.
    “The kitchens.”
    When Garrick strolled through the door the babble one would expect from a group of children and the adults trying to bring them into line, immediately ceased.  A pin could be heard landing on the stones.
    “Who is responsible?” Garrick demanded , as he scanned the faces all turned toward him in rapt wonder or fear, he cared not which.
    “I will not play this game.  Winford, Daley, the Countess said you two might be responsible.”
    “That’s a lie!” one boy exclaimed , stepping forward.  In the blink of an eye Garrick drew his dagger, grabbed the boy, and had him pinned with the blade at his throat.
    “Please my