Hello beautiful people!
Because I love you all, here is a little scene from the middle-ish of TARGET. Enjoy!
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He shot up from sleep and looked around in the darkness. Robyn’s voice was still above him, but he couldn’t see her anymore.
“Lex! Look out!”
Soldiers surrounded him; they dressed like knights in training, but he didn’t recognize any of their faces. One of them lifted him by his shirt and threw him onto the ground. Another kicked him in the ribs, knocking the wind out of his lungs. A third brought a fist down on his head and he splayed out on the ground.
“Looks like he’s out. Let’s get the girl.”
Oh no you don’t. Lex rolled onto his side and kicked at one man’s stomach. Another grabbed Lex’s arms and held him up.
“You think you can take all six of us, tiny?” one of them sneered. “We know who you are. Lord Vanden’s promised a very pretty price for your head, little prince.” He drew his sword and set it on Lex’s shoulder. “And we’re perfectly happy to bring back nothing but your head.”
The man behind Lex pushed him forward onto his knees, and pressed his face into the same log he’d sat on the night before. Lex shouted at them. “I am your prince! You swore loyalty to the crown, not to Vanden! I command you to stop this!”
They weren’t listening. A royal order wouldn’t do any good out here in the middle of nowhere. He saw the man with the sword raise it high. His heart pounded in his chest. He closed his eyes, and for an instant remembered the day Robyn marked his neck, and how close to death he thought he’d come.
The sword dropped.
Lex’s arms were released. The man at his back fell onto him.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Three more men stiffened and fell to the ground, unmoving.
The last man looked around at his comrades and backed away, then turned and broke into a run.
“Oh no you don’t,” Robyn’s voice whispered.
Lex saw the last man collapse mid stride. Chills broke out all over his skin. He stood slowly, shoving the motionless body off of him. They were all dead. All six struck by an arrow in the heart. He backed away from the scene, he reeled, not fully awake. He shook his head and leaned against a tree.
Robyn slung her bow over her back and hopped down from her branch with grace. The quiver at her waist swung with her steps as she came to Lex. Tears flowed from her eyes as she pressed both her hands to his face.
“Focus,” she instructed. His eyes darted between her and the dead bodies that nearly killed him. She shook his face. “Look at me. Are you all right?” she asked.
His mouth hung open. He could only nod.
“Good. Pack your things. Let’s get out of here.”
He didn’t argue.
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