Page 26 of Her Silent Knight

Not today. Not ever. She wouldn’t allow this place or the creatures who lived there to turn her dark. Rhen was right, she wasn’t a killer, she wasn’t a torturer. It would be best if she left this stuff to him.

However, she was a fighter. And there was no magic needed for an old fashion ass whipping. When she’d been unable to hit him with her brass knuckles, she stumbled into him, proving that she could touch him.

Just not with weapons. Oh, well. She simply wouldn’t use weapons. Sin wiped her eyes. Why the hell was he looking like he felt sorry for her? Bastard. She didn’t need his pity. Didn’t he know he was about to catch these hands?

This time when she cocked her fist back, it was all knuckle, all her. No brass needed. She punched him in the chest as hard as she could. She didn’t hold back. She should’ve held back. She cried out as pain ricocheted up her arm over her shoulder and down her back.

What the absolute fuck? Clutching her hand, she dropped to her knees. She’d never felt pain like this before. What the hell was he? He couldn’t just be a dragon. He was something else.

She’d fought a few shifters since being here. Hitting one never hurt her. It wasn’t only her hand that was hurting. Her head felt like someone was hammering on it. A wave of dizziness washed over her.

Was the room spinning? Eyes drifting shut, she felt herself falling in slow motion. She raised her hand to brace herself for impact. Her hand connected with flesh before sliding to the floor.

Her face landed against the same flesh. A leg? It felt like a leg. Sin patted the ground. A foot. Damn, she’d fallen against her captor’s leg. She wanted to open her eyes. She didn’t want to be weak, vulnerable, in front of her enemy.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t pry them open. Her consciousness was getting pulled down into an abyss of darkness. Before the darkness claimed her, she could’ve sworn she finally heard her captive speak.

“I’m sorry,” a deep voice whispered.

It sounded so far away. Too far away.

“I’ll protect you, treasure. Just rest.”

Strangely, that voice made her feel safe. Sin stopped resisting and did as he instructed. She allowed herself to rest. Not just slumber. But rest.

Which was something she hadn’t done in two years.