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  But it was bad. He was dragging it behind him and she could feel that every step took him to the edge.

  She felt close to the edge herself. How much worse must it be for him?

  ‘If I were you, I’d be screaming in agony,’ she managed, and she felt him stiffen. She could feel his tension, his fear—and now his shock.

  ‘Smash...Smash ’em Mary screams in agony?’

  ‘I’m good at it,’ she confessed. ‘It’s great for getting free points from the referee.’

  ‘You’re...kidding me.’

  ‘Nope.’ She was trying desperately to sound normal, to keep the exhaustion from her voice as they hauled themselves one appalling step after another. Dizziness was washing over her in waves, but she wouldn’t succumb. ‘I’ve watched wrestlers on the telly. I swear their agony is pretend but they make millions. Some day I might.’

  ‘As a wrestler, or with roller derby?’

  ‘I might need to work on my muscles a bit for wrestling. I should have done it earlier. Muscles’d be helping now.’

  They surely would. He was doing his best but she was practically dragging him.

  Left to his own devices, he’d have lain where he was until the storm passed. Or not. This diminutive woman was giving him no choice.

  ‘Mary—’

  ‘Shut up and keep going.’

  ‘You don’t have to—’

  ‘Lie down and we lie down together,’ she muttered, grim with determination. ‘I don’t give up. I might get it horribly wrong, but I don’t give up. Ever.’

  He had no clue what that meant. All he knew was that she was iron. She wasn’t faltering. No matter how steep the ground grew, she wasn’t slowing.

  But she stopped talking. She must be as close to the edge as he was, he thought. If he could only help...

  And then suddenly, blessedly, the ground flattened. His leg jolted with the shock of a change of levels but she didn’t pause.

  ‘Heinz... Heinz’s waiting just round this corner.’ She was gasping for breath, not bothering to disguise her distress now they were on level ground.

  ‘Heinz?’

  ‘My...my guard dog.’

  Somehow she hauled him another few steps, around a bluff that instantly, magically chopped off the screaming wind. Ten more steps took them towards darkness...the mouth of a cave? Five more steps and they were inside. The rain ceased. The light dimmed.

  ‘Welcome to my lair,’ Mary managed, and that was all she could get out.

  ‘I can’t...’ she muttered—and she folded into a crumpled heap.

  What the...?

  Somehow he dropped beside her, fumbling to lift her head, to clear her face from the sandy ground. Was this a faint? Please, God, let this just be exhaustion. To have hauled him so far...

  This woman had put her own life on the line to save his. She’d given her all and more. Her faint had to be from sheer exhaustion, he told himself fiercely. It had to be. If it was worse, he’d carry the guilt for the rest of his life.

  Her eyes were open, dazed, confused.

  ‘Hey,’ he managed. ‘It’s okay. We’re safe now. You’ve saved me, now it’s your turn to relax.’

  He was so close to the edge himself. He could do so little but he did his best. Somehow he got his arm under her shoulders. He lifted her head so her face was resting on his chest instead of the rock and sand. He felt her heartbeat against his.

  Somehow he hauled her deeper into the cave, tugging her along with him. His leg jabbed like a red-hot poker smashing down.

  They were out of the wind. They were out of danger.

  He held her but he could do no more. The darkness was closing in. The pain in his leg... He couldn’t think past it.

  Exhaustion held sway. He closed his eyes and the dim light became dark.

  Copyright © 2014 by Marion Lennox

  ISBN-13: 9781460333310

  BECOMING THE PRINCE’S WIFE

  Copyright © 2014 by Rebecca Winters

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