no
further move to escape.” Fallon stared hard at her, and finally she nodded and
began walking towards the camp. Fallon let her walk past him, and then
followed her closely every step of the way.
Ebony
felt highly insulted, in spite of the fact that he was right. If she had the
chance to get away again, she probably would do exactly the same thing. But
twice, now, she’d been an absolute failure. He was either a much lighter sleeper
than she realized or she was a very noisy walker.
Either
way, the man would have to be a moron not to keep a close watch on her now. She’d
be lucky if he didn’t put a block of wood between her ankles and then get a
sledge hammer and cripple her. And yes, it was probably also lucky that they
didn’t have any popular horror novels on this planet, either.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When
Fallon and Ebony returned to the shelter, Damon quickly sat up, and his
expression turned fierce as he realized what had happened. “I’m sorry, my lord.
It won’t happen again. Here, I’ll tie her hands--double-tie them this time--”
“Don’t
bother with it, Damon. She doesn’t have any respect for me, or for you, or for
any of the rest of us. There’s no reason to tie her again. She already knows
that if she tries to escape again, she will most fervently wish she hadn’t.”
“Hey,
that’s fine with me if you leave my hands untied,” Ebony said, “but if I’m not
tied, then the rest of the women aren’t tied, either. And if you won’t take
their ropes off, then you can just put mine right back on.”
Fallon
looked at Damon. “Go. Untie them all.”
Damon
sighed. “I knew this one would be trouble if we brought her along,” he said,
as he drew his dagger and began cutting the ties on the wrists of the other
women. “I’ll keep watch to make sure she can’t escape again.”
Fallon
shoved Ebony back into the midst of the huddled women. “I should have known
better. It was foolish to think these females would be compliant, even though
they were captives where they were being held.”
“Do you
really think the king will pay to get us back?” Ebony asked, brushing herself
off as she sat up beside Cassie.
Fallon
glanced back at her over his shoulder. “For your sake, I hope he does, though
I could see why he might not want to have you back. You are
nothing but trouble.”
She
glared at him, miffed at the truth of his statement and still resentful. “It
isn’t in my nature to just go along with someone’s plans for me and not ask any
questions,” she said. “Mama didn’t raise no followers.”
But there
was nothing else she could do right now. She was too hungry, too cold, and too
tired. Ebony lay down, crossed her arms over her chest, closed her eyes, and
tried to go to sleep.
***
Fallon
and Damon were sound asleep long before she was, and she was left to listen to
their snores rumbling into her body, ears, and brain. “Men!” she whispered. “Even
on another planet, they’re both deafening and distracting.” She sighed and
turned over, certain she would not sleep any longer that night.
Perhaps
it was the snore-generated rattling of her eardrums and brain that finally
lulled her into slumber. She wasn’t sure, but the next thing she knew, she was
being dragged back into consciousness with a sprinkle of water on her cheek and
Damon’s broad face hovering above hers. “Wake up. It’s time to go. Relieve
yourself with the others. Then you can eat and drink.”
Groggy
from so little sleep and stiff from the dirt floor, Ebony sat up and moved like
an invalid, slowly getting to her feet and following the rest of the women into
the bushes. They all looked as miserable as she felt.
“Another
good morning,” Ebony said to them, “and another communal bathroom break.” She
sighed. “Squatting and peeing in the woods