Chapter 40 - Blowing Smoke

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I screamed. Even after all that has happened, when she made to pull a knife from her pocket and as that gun smoked I watched her eyes widen and lips parted, I screamed. I hid my face in Vincent's shoulder blade as I heard her body thump to the ground. I didn't want to look at the gaping wound in the center of her head.

We stood shakily, Vin pressed protectively in front of me as he dwelled closer to the wall of the now overcrowded room. His back bled in a slow ooze, I felt it soak into my ruined white shift. He needed a doctor, he needed help. He'd bleed out if he didn't get one soon. The bullet wounds on the side of his neck and through his shoulder had lacked in treatment for days, there's likeliness that they could already have began infecting. His body trembled in small intervals, I couldn't tell of it was due to shock or fear, or because he was reaching his limit of conscientious. I wrapped my arms around him as he mirrored my movement, clutching my dress to tug me tightly to him.

The men who stood, guns raised, had their face covered and identities hidden but masks and scarfs. We didn't know who they were, how they gained knowledge of our mistreatment. They shrove toward us, Vin held himself defensive like a tragic marble god. The man that spoke, assuming that he was the leader, glared at Vin darkly through the slit of reveling skin.

"Lady Beilarosa, you must come with us." The deep voice ordered, glancing my way. I tightened my grip on Vin.

Vincent narrowed his gaze, and peered steadily at the man. "She isn't Lady Beilarosa anymore, she's my wife!" Vin snapped, he didn't trust them and as so nether did I. "I'm not letting you take her anywhere without me beside her, no way, no how." The man made a deadly step closer. Vin shielded me readily. "You're not asking her anywhere." He bit out firmly. "You think I would just let masked men take my wife, that is baring my child, away from me after shooting a woman in front of me?"

"I'm not going with anyone." I said, they couldn't separate us, not now that we have each other again. "Who are you? Anyone known to me would know to address me as Lady Silvan." I slid one hand higher across Vincent's body, over his pumping heart.

The man made a gesture of impatience. "I have my orders from your father, my lady." My mind paused, my father? "And they were to take you back home."

I slid in front of Vin, ignoring his protest. I clutched his hand, unbreakably. "I will not be taken anywhere without my husband!" I snapped with aristocratic flare, "I demand you see him to much needed medical care, besides my father wouldn't dare suggest that I would ever agree to leave my husband behind since he was the only one with the balls to come rescue me!"

"My lady!"

"I will not go with people that allowed me to be kidnapped, my son to be harassed and frightened, and most certainly those who allowed my husband to be taken prisoner by enemies after he was just attempted to be murdered by them! You are slack, Sir! And I will not leave until I know that my husband is by my side!" I poked a finger at him, "And I dare you, Sir, to ever say otherwise!"

"Rey...." I turned to my husband, he looked somber. "I think these men are here to only take you." I frowned, my father would never do that, and I said so. I rueful smile crossed his beautiful face, "They call you by your maiden name because your father wishes to annul our marriage. I've failed you." I shook my head. He clutched my hands and brought them to his lips, resting his head on mine, "I'm so sorry, Rey. But they aren't going to take me home."

I frowned, I didn't understand. Why would he do that? Why would he order them to do that? How would Vin get home? Then it hit me. "No! NO!" I turned sharply to the men, "You can't leave him here! You can't leave him to die!"

The room was silent; I could hear my blood moving through my body.

"You wouldn't dare." I gasped out, "You wouldn't dare gun him down. He is my husband, the father of my child, not some injured creature you put out of its misery." I said, shocked and outraged.

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