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Chapters (76)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. PART I
  6. ONE
  7. TWO
  8. THREE
  9. FOUR
  10. FIVE
  11. SIX
  12. SEVEN
  13. EIGHT
  14. NINE
  15. PART II
  16. TEN
  17. ELEVEN
  18. TWELVE
  19. THIRTEEN
  20. FOURTEEN
  21. FIFTEEN
  22. SIXTEEN
  23. SEVENTEEN
  24. EIGHTEEN
  25. NINETEEN
  26. PART III
  27. TWENTY
  28. TWENTY-ONE
  29. TWENTY-TWO
  30. TWENTY-THREE
  31. TWENTY-FOUR
  32. TWENTY-FIVE
  33. TWENTY-SIX
  34. INTERLUDE
  35. PART IV
  36. TWENTY-SEVEN
  37. TWENTY-EIGHT
  38. TWENTY-NINE
  39. THIRTY
  40. THIRTY-ONE
  41. THIRTY-TWO
  42. THIRTY-THREE
  43. THIRTY-FOUR
  44. INTERLUDE
  45. PART V
  46. THIRTY-FIVE
  47. THIRTY-SIX
  48. THIRTY-SEVEN
  49. THIRTY-EIGHT
  50. PART VI
  51. THIRTY-NINE
  52. FORTY
  53. FORTY-ONE
  54. FORTY-TWO
  55. FORTY-THREE
  56. FORTY-FOUR
  57. FORTY-FIVE
  58. INTERLUDE
  59. PART VII
  60. FORTY-SIX
  61. FORTY-SEVEN
  62. FORTY-EIGHT
  63. FORTY-NINE
  64. FIFTY
  65. FIFTY-ONE
  66. FIFTY-TWO
  67. PART VIII
  68. FIFTY-THREE
  69. FIFTY-FOUR
  70. FIFTY-FIVE
  71. FIFTY-SIX
  72. EPILOGUE
  73. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  74. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  75. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  76. Newsletter Sign-up

“Elena. Come on girl.” John Little gave the command. “Let him be.”

The sword, hesitant, slowly retreated from Guy’s neck. He put his palm to his throat, alarmed at how thin his own skin seemed. She had drawn a drop of blood, no more, but he winced now to feel it. When the girl slinked around him, he was shocked to see her. Just a little wisp of a thing, and young. She had sharp pale features and a bitter stare for him. Her sword, which would have been just a dagger in a man’s hands, slipped back into her belt as she retreated. She curled her lip as if she owned the world, as if she were right. As if she had the authority to judge anyone or anything beyond her ability to spit. In that moment, she was every self-centered whelp he’d ever arrested. She was every thief and murderer who took what they thought the world owed them, every reason to be suspicious of the dark. She was misplaced righteousness, she was every hypocrite’s ignorance.

It was instinct that made him speak, be it just under his breath.

“Bitch.”

The tiniest moment of weightlessness passed before it all fell.

NINETEEN

ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY

LOCKSLEY CASTLE

ELENA WAS ON THE captain within two steps, too quick for either to draw a weapon, and barreled into Gisbourne with both fists wailing. Robin spun for a flash sense of the room, too late to stop anything. It reeked of the swarm back in Acre. The guard closest to Elena caught a fistful of her hair and yanked her back hard, wrenching her off Gisbourne and thankfully into submission.

But Will Scarlet cleared half the room in a heartbeat to help her, leaping over rubble, and Robin lunged to snag his elbow, spinning him into William’s chest. Elena was already in trouble, but Scarlet would likely get himself killed if he got involved. There was no chance to explain it—the riot of the room overwhelmed thought. Scarlet ducked from William’s grasp, then threw himself at the nearest guard. His fist smashed the man’s nose as Robin grabbed at him a second time, keeping him from striking again. Two guards converged and tackled Scarlet to the ground, then buried a fist into his stomach, then again, a third, then his face. Too much, and Robin barked at them to stop, but had to abandon them. The rest of John Little’s crew was surging forward, with Robin and William the only thing between them and the rest of the Guardsmen.