"So, my lady? No, dinnae you squeal."

When cold steel jabbed her throat? There was also the matter of her hair nearly being yanked from her head. But the arm wrapped around her squeezed the air from her body although her heels fought for purchase in the snow.

"One word and you're dead. You hear? You understand?"

As God was her witness, to have steeled herself not to make a sound, as the Wolf's boots had crunched feet from where she'd cowered—several days ago ...