Suze peered down from her perch at the gathering of huts in the middle of the woods. Chancy had never been a problem for their village, none of them were wealthy enough to attract his attention. She'd been a fool. Someone else's problem too long ignored had come home to roost.

Marriette was nowhere in sight. Not surprising, Chancy wouldn't want to risk his prize to running away, or abuse by men too long away from society. Those men scuttled about the clearing bringing in what they'd ...