Marissa Unbound
By Rebecca York
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Years ago, Marissa and Steffan had been in love, but her father broke off their relationship, sending her away. Their chance meeting rekindles all their old feelings for each other. After they make love, Steffan vows to expose Arfon for a would-be murderer.
Marissa won’t let Steffan take on the dangerous job alone. She disguises herself as a boy, and they begin an investigation of Arfon. They get more than they bargained for when they discover her husband is the leader of a demon-worshiping cult -- and is making plans to offer a local boy as a sacrifice. Can they rescue the victim and find a happy ever after for themselves?
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Marissa Unbound - Rebecca York
Chapter One
The musty smell of the empty house choked off Marissa’s breath, yet she was too exhausted from her frantic dash for freedom to take another step.
She needed to gather her strength before fleeing cross-country to the Convent of the Blessed Enid. The sisters would remember her. It had been little more than three years since she had been one of the students there, along with Harri and Morgan Madrin. Back then, she’d felt confined by the convent walls. She hadn’t known what real captivity meant.
Now she would gladly return to the sisters if they would take her in. She prayed they would let her stay -- if they weren’t too afraid of Arfon Hanson.
She shuddered. Simply saying his name conjured up words she would rather wipe from her mind, and the thought of falling into his hands again made her flesh crawl.
If he caught up with her, he had every right to drag her back to his home and do what he would with her. A wife was her husband’s property, and that might make even Reverend Mother think carefully about sheltering such an unlawful fugitive.
Marissa squeezed her eyes closed. Was she willing to take the veil, never to hear a man’s voice again or feel the touch of his hand? If that was what was required to rid herself of Arfon Hanson, she would do it. A man could discard a wife if he so chose. A woman did not have that option -- except, perhaps, if she took holy orders.
She rummaged in her carry sack for the bread and cheese she had stolen from the kitchen. There wasn’t much left, and she should save it. Still, both were days old and could turn moldy. Better to eat them while she could.
Marissa wolfed down the food, hardly tasting it. Outside, a three-quarter’s moon shone through the crack between the window shutters. She had flint, steel, and a candle, but she dared not light it lest the flame give her away to anyone who might be searching for her. Better to huddle here in the dark until morning. Then she would resume her journey.
She tugged her traveling cloak more tightly around her narrow shoulders and rolled to her side on the old straw mattress she’d found in the bedroom. There was little furniture in the house, the contents probably stolen after the old man who’d lived here had died. He hadn’t approved of her, thinking her too flirty and silly, though at least he hadn’t done anything to hurt her.
Unlike her own father, the prim and proper Angus Dumfries.
Marissa pressed her lips together. There was no point in thinking about the past. She knew that before her father had packed her off to the nunnery, she had not behaved like the proper young lady Angus Dumfries wanted for a daughter. That still should not have been enough to condemn her to the life she had fled.
The sisters had urged their charges to pray for divine guidance. Back then, she had never relied on prayers. Now she murmured a plea to Alana, protector of women.
Highest Alana, watch over me this night and on the rest of my journey. I am fleeing from a man who would do me ill, and I beg you to fold your protective cloak around me.
She hoped the plea was not futile and that she had not made a mistake by stopping in this abandoned house. Unfortunately, she was simply too tired to go on. She should stay awake to protect herself, yet she felt her eyelids fluttering closed.
* * *
Steffan Gwinett rode past the darkened house and dismounted in the pasture where Darias, his horse, could graze as he would. The moon was almost full, and the sky danced with stars, the heavens giving him enough light to guide his steps. He stood for a moment looking toward the spot where the bee boxes had stood. He could see no sign of them now.
I’ll be back soon,
he said to his steed, before turning toward the cottage.
It was not an imposing dwelling. The main room had a packed dirt floor. When he’d lived there, the only furnishings had been a large fireplace for warmth and cooking and a table and chairs for sitting and eating. Up above, on the opposite side from the fireplace, was a narrow loft where he had slept. Beyond the main room lay another, barely large enough for a mattress, where his parents had slept until his mother had died. Then it was only Steffan and his grizzled old father -- until his father, too, had succumbed to years of hard labor.
Steffan’s father had been a farmer whose fortunes rose and fell with the vagaries of the weather. When the crops were good they ate well, with extra coin for buying necessities they could not make themselves. Sometimes they could even afford a few luxuries, like sturdy fabric for his mother to sew into clothing.
Steffan had known that hardscrabble life was not for him. He’d dreamed of running off with the girl he loved, though that had only been a foolish fancy.
After reality had crashed over him, he had gone off to join King Norwen’s troops. That had not worked out either. Three years of enforcing the king’s draconian edicts had been enough for him. He’d declined his next enlistment and taken the coin he’d managed to save during his time of service.
Now here he was, having another look at this land, wondering if he could make it work for him in a way his father had never considered.
He was almost to the front door when he stopped short. Since childhood he’d enjoyed a talent other people did not possess. He had no name for it, yet somehow he always knew when he was not alone.
That sixth sense had saved his life more than once when he’d been a member of the royal troops -- like the time they’d been ordered to clear a town of troublemakers. One of the ruffians had been waiting with a heavy club at the intersection of two streets. Sensing him, Steffan had stopped in his tracks and turned the tables on the would-be assailant.
That same ability slowed his steps now as he approached the cottage. Stopping short of the entrance, he drew his knife and reached for the knob, easing the door inward a few inches. At the same time, he stepped to the side so that he would not be an immediate target. With the door cracked, he stood in the cool night air -- listening. He could hear nothing. The house looked as though it was abandoned, yet his instincts told him that was not true. Pushing the door open a bit farther, he peered into the darkness, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the shadowy interior. When he could take in details, he scanned the room. The table and chairs were gone, as was all the cooking equipment near the fireplace.
He tipped his head up, directing his attention to the loft. Someone could be up there in the shadows, waiting to leap down on anyone who entered. A quick glance told him the access ladder was also missing. Unless an intruder had pulled it up after himself, there was no way to reach the sleeping platform.
Who would be in here? From the squalid looks of the interior, obviously not someone who had made a home in this empty cottage. Perhaps it was a ruffian using it as a temporary hideout.
With the main room cleared, his next target was the bedroom. Quietly he crossed the packed dirt and listened at the ripped curtain that still hung there.
Steffan detected nothing -- until the curtain flew open and a dark figure leaped out at him, the only thing clearly visible the glint of moonlight on steel.
Only Steffan’s instincts and his hours in the practice yard saved him from a serious knife wound. He twisted away from the assailant and thrust out his foot, sending the knave sprawling and their blade skittering away.
The man was hardly an experienced fighter, Steffan noted as he followed the attacker down, trapping him against the packed earth floor.
The man? No, it must be a youth. In their frantic struggle he detected little meat on the assailant’s arms, and little muscle mass. This boy had no idea how to fight off a warrior -- luckily for Steffan. Stop struggling before you get hurt,
he growled.
Probably realizing that further combat was dangerous, the assailant took his advice -- which gave Steffan time to evaluate the body that lay beneath his. He had expected a shallow chest to go with the spindly arms. The reality was quite different. Instead of a boy’s upper trunk, he felt the swell of nicely rounded breasts. Confusion grabbed him as he stared down into glaring green eyes. Familiar eyes -- eyes that took him back to another time and place.
He gasped, feeling as though he had taken a hard blow to the gut in a jousting match. For heartbeats he was frozen in place -- as was the girl who glared up at him.
Finally he was able to choke out, Marissa Dumfries.
Her chin tipped up in defiance. Aye. Well, not Dumfries. I guess you don’t know that my father sold me to Arfon Hanson?
Not… exactly. From the gossip he’d heard, she had been anxious