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growled.
    "There'll be about two ounces less of me at any rate," he said.
    His member pushed against her inner thigh, seeking entrance, but she managed to squirm away just enough that it missed its mark. His other hand went down upon her thigh, pressing her legs wider. She managed a weak cuff against the side of his head, but the lack of air was making her head swim. She thought she heard a rustle in the bushes, but the bastard was so obviously still intent on his task that she didn't dare crane her neck to see if someone else had entered the copse. In the next instant, she saw a blur of black curls and the butt of a sword crashing into the brute's cheekbone.
    He fell off her, holding his hand to his face. Two heartbeats later, he was on his feet, facing his green-eyed comrade. She scrambled backwards, trying to get to the underbrush before either one made a grab for her, but coming up against a man-sized boulder.
    "What the devil, Chelan?" He growled at the younger. "You can have her when I'm done."
    "You won't have her at all," Chelan said.
    The older man faced off against Chelan unarmed, and yet Aislin believed he was not unmatched. This Chelan might be quicker, but the older marauder was broad enough to be climbed by a mountain goat.
    "She's mine," the older man said. "I was willing to share. Now, not so much."
    "That's not why we're here," Chelan said.
    Blood seemed to remember how to make its journey back through Aislin's limbs now that her throat was free of the captor's grip. She didn't care what happened between the two of them, who won, or what the victor decided to do with the loser. This was her chance to get away and she didn't intend to waste it.
    She inched her way sideways, thinking that all she had to do was get far enough away while they were occupied that she could scrabble to her feet and bolt through the bushes.
    "It's not why we're here, but a man doesn't thumb his nose at the gods of Fortune."
    "Then I claim first rights," Chelan said.
    "First rights are for the captor, you fool, which I am. Or for the leige, which you aren't," the brute said. "Here you are just another warrior. A disgraced warrior at that."
    Chelan grinned, flashing teeth so white Aislin believed he painted them with limestone. "You forget why."
    "What does it matter here?" the brute said. "You'll be dead." At that he lunged for Chelan but found empty air at the end of his leap. He shook his head like a wet dog and Aislin inched at least three handspans backwards.
    "You're quick," he said. "I'll give you that."
    Aislin pushed another hand span toward the trees as the two men made for each other in one great launch. The younger swung his sword with expert skill, but the second managed to duck low enough to leave Aislin wondering how such a boorish physique could manage such dexterity. In the next second, he was out of sword's reach. She pushed on, her left hand reaching behind her and feeling something cold and round. A stone that fit perfectly into her palm. She wrapped her fingers around it, not willing to let it go just yet. Another few paces, and then she would spring to her feet and run. Only then would she give up the weapon.
    Chelan had found a way to corner the bigger man against a tree, but he had several bruises already rising on his cheek and eye; Aislin could even see them from her distance. That would be sore come morning. Not that she cared. She'd be long gone.
    "Walk away, Feran," he said.
    Feran snorted. "So you'll have her to yourself, then?"
    Chelan said nothing, only pressed the point of his sword into the older man's belly. "Half a hundred times if I so please."
    Sweet goddess. It was an exaggeration, surely. Even so, the thought struck horror into her belly. She'd be damned by the goddess if she went calmly into that dark cavern. She was close enough now to the brush that she felt she could ease to her feet and sprint off into the trees. Even as she uncoiled her legs beneath her and made ready to swing her entire