Free Queen of Dragons: Steamy Fantasy Erotic Romance (Dragon nights Book 1) by Tasha Bell Page A

five months the only person she’d had any
contact with had been the elegantly perfumed Captain, she wasn’t used to the
more everyday smells of old beer and sweat that Matt carried in with him.
    “What are you doing
here Matt?” She asked.
    Matt leered at her,
drinking in the curves of her body under her thin dress. He had discarded his
agricultural worker’s clothes and now wore some sort of uniform, a grossly
sloppy imitation of the elegant black leather one worn by Captain Bates, he
couldn’t pull it off nearly as well as the blue eyed officer, Miranda thought
to herself.
    “I’m to take you
down stairs.” He said in a gruff voice.
    “You mean I can
leave the room?” Said Miranda excitedly, it was the best news she had received
in months.
    “Yes,” said Matt.
“But you’re to wear this.” He held up a thin strip of black material.
    “What’s that?”
Asked Miranda.
    “It’s a blindfold
my lovely.” He said before striding over to her chair and tying it securely
round her eyes.
    Miranda did not
know where Matt was taking her, he guided her through corridors and down
flights of stairs with a series of rough shoves in the small of the back. She
had tried to create a mental map so she could find her way back to her small
secure chamber, but they had taken too many turns and double-backs for her to
keep a track of. She felt the air getting colder and damper as she descended,
and guessed that she must by now be down in the roots of the castle, below even
Sir Roberts’s capacious wine cellars. Eventually Matt told her to stop and she
heard the sound of a lock turn in a door. The room she was pushed into was
obviously not well used, the door creaked open on its hinges, and when Matt
shoved her inside the air tasted stale, like it hadn’t known a breeze in
centauries. Matt pressed down on her shoulders and she found herself sitting on
a hard stiff-backed chair.
    “Hands behind your
back.” He said abruptly. Miranda complied and felt her-hands being tightly
bound together and tied to the back of the chair.
    “What are you doing
to me?” She shouted, she couldn’t bear the feel of this room, the atmosphere
was cold and cloying, and she could feel the damp all around her. “Take me back
to my chamber at once Matt Tindall, or you’ll answer to Captain Bates.” She
said, trying to stand but finding that the chair was bolted to the ground.
“Take me back upstairs Matt, I don’t like it here. I don’t want to stay here.”
    She heard Matt’s
laugh as he walked through the door and closed it behind him leaving her tied,
blindfolded and alone in the dark chamber. “Matt come back, let me go!” She
shouted. He said nothing but she heard the click of the lock sliding back into
place. Matt whistled jauntily as his footsteps faded away from her down the
corridor. “Captain Bates!” she shouted “Help me!” but there was no reply, she
was alone in the dark.
***
    Viviana sat on a
mossy log, taking a break from her pole-axe training. For the first time in
months she could feel some warmth in the weak, low sun. It had been a tough
winter. At first the rebels in their mountain valley had refused to accept her
and her friend Alexandra. They said that women in the camp would cause
conflicts among the men, that they’d distract them from their work and lead to
fights. But after Alexandra had shown them what she could do with a stew-pot
they had agreed to let the two women stay, on the condition that they lived in
separate accommodation from the men, and on no account conducted any romantic
relationships within the camp. Harper and Alexandra had looked pained when they
agreed to this condition, but Viviana was upset to see that Christian agreed
without hesitation.
    It had been tough
for all of them in different ways. Christian had been shocked when they had
walked down from the snowy pass and found out that the rebel camp consisted of
twenty-three outlaws huddled around a collection of shabby huts. Viviana