Yield to me
I attempted to whisper an enchantment in the ancient tongue, to become fluid in his grasp, but to no avail. Before I could say more than two words, he captured me to him and then covered my mouth with his hand. He was tall, and his body was hard at my back. I ached for it to be a more passionate embrace.
“Hush now.” His breath was hot against my ear. With his free hand he reached back and pushed the door closed, isolating us in the steamy corridor of the scullery. When the door slammed, he clasped my waist through my woolen dress. “Or do you want to show them their fears are well founded…my wild little she-witch?”
My innards clenched. Ewan Findlay, the merchant of Carbrey, knew my secret.
from Yield to Me
by Saskia Walker