Flames licked the sky as Adelaide was yanked into a standing position by the hair. The glimmer of moonlight off the metal tomahawk blade raised above her head was Adelaide’s undoing, a scream escaping her throat.

“She’s with me,” a younger warrior stepped forward, pulling her against his firm chest with one smooth motion.

With a sneer, the older of the two men stepped backward. “I didn’t know you liked pale-faced women. There are plenty more where we are ...