A/N: Thanks to Sherry n Tiffany x
Sorry for the slow update. I got some shitty news and struggling to find the mood to write.
Chapter 32
Isabella was dragged into a dark room and pushed against a wall. Her assailant was wearing a cloak that hung over his face, preventing her from being able to identify him. She wondered if that was because she knew him. She would have asked him, but his callous hand still gripped her mouth, stopping her from talking or calling out.
She knew she had to do something to get help before this man either killed her or dragged her off to goodness knows where. Emmett would be returning to the courtyard soon if he hadn't already. She had to find a way to call out. That was when she remembered the knife she carried in her pocket. She had acquired it when she arrived at the castle for the first one that she had stolen had gotten lost in her struggle with the Baron's man. Without overthinking it, Isabella quickly pulled the knife from her pocket and slashed at the man's wrist. He cursed and swiftly pulled his arm away. That was when Isabella let out a blood curling scream.
Emmett was just returning to the courtyard with his mistress' cloak when he heard the scream. He immediately dropped the cloak and pulled out his sword, running in the direction of her cry. He found Isabella alone in the stable master's quarters. He would have thought she was daft if it weren't for the knife in her hand that was smeared with blood. He bellowed out a call of alert, ordering for the drawbridge to be closed and then commanded the soldiers to search for the mistress' attacker.
"Are ye alright?" he asked, searching Isabella for any injuries.
Isabella nodded her head, unable to speak yet. Her heart was still pounding in her chest and her breathing uneven.
"Do ye get a good look at him?" Emmett asked.
Isabella shook her head. She hadn't been able to see his face and he had never spoken, but he now had a nasty gash on his left wrist. She would know him again if she saw him.
Isabella gripped Emmett's arm. "I think I would like to return to the castle now, and if we could perhaps not mention this matter to my husband, then I would be most grateful."
Emmett didn't disagree with his mistress, but he didn't agree with her either. Someone had attempted to hurt her and that wasn't a matter to be taken lightly. His Laird was going to furious, and Emmett reckoned he was going to get the brunt of that anger.