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+ 15	Thief Like Me Pt. 16
+ 9	To Wish Upon A Full Moon! Pt. 9
+ 18	Thief Like Me Pt. 15
+ 21	Thief Like Me Pt. 14
+ 20	To Wish Upon A Full Moon! Pt. 8
+ 26	Thief Like Me Pt. 13
+ 17	To All Readers!! !! !!
+ 15	Life With Mandee! Pt. 4
+ 33	Thief Like Me Pt. 12
+ 33	Thief Like Me Pt. 11
+ 15	To Wish Upon A Full Moon! Pt. 7
+ 18	Life With Mandee! Pt. 3
+ 30	Thief Like Me Pt. 10
+ 6	To My Fans
+ 21	Life With Mandee! Pt. 2
+ 30	Thief Like Me Pt. 9
+ 20	Life With Mandee! Pt. 1
+ 19	To Wish Upon A Full Moon! Pt. 6
+ 19	To Wish Upon A Full Moon! Pt. 5
+ 32	Thief Like Me Pt. 8

      She jerked hard at her arms but he was stronger than her and she couldn’t budge. 

           

     He looked down at her eyes wide.  “You’re a girl,” he said in disbelief.

           

     She rolled her eyes and began struggling in earnest.  “So nice of you to have noticed now let me go!” she shouted.

    He pulled her hands together to hold in one of his own and with his free hand pushed himself to his feet bending slightly to keep his hold on her.

           

      Using this opportunity in which her body was free she turned slightly onto her side and kicked out hitting the back of Prince Lanceton’s knees. He fell forward and released her hands in his haste to catch himself.  

           

      She reacted quickly jumping up ready to run but he was just as fast catching her by her ankle and jerking hard making her fall forward much like he had done.

           

     And once again to her dismay, he sat on her, straddling her back and grabbing her arms to pull them behind her.

           

     “Someone bring me a rope!” he called.  There was much shuffling around and she could not see what was going on but the next thing she knew her hands were being bound behind her back.

           

     The weight disappeared and she was jerked to her feet and she stumbled slightly.

           

     There were two men in front of her and the prince behind her and her hands were now bound.  She knew it was no use and that she had been caught but she couldn’t stop herself from sending her foot back and in an upward jab to connect hard with the prince’s groin.

           

     She smiled as she heard his groan of pain the satisfying thump of him falling to the ground.

           

     One of the men who stood in front of her rushed to the prince to help him.  “Just make sure she doesn’t get away!”

           

     The other came and grabbed her bound arms careful to watch her feet.  If the situation was not so serious she would have laughed. 

           

     There was shuffling behind her before the prince came around to face her, the right side of his armor now dusted with dirt.  She held her smile in at his slight limping walk.

      Their eyes met and locked.  His eyes were dark pools that any girl could easily find herself lost in but she refused to be that girl.  He was handsome and there was no denying that but he was the enemy.  He was an egotistical prince who cared for no one but himself and she would not be like one of those foolish girls who dreamed of life married to a prince.

     She broke their eye contact and looked away her mouth set in a grim line.

 

  “Who are you?” he demanded, his voice quiet and with a tone that suggested there was something he was trying to remember.

  She remained silent.

  “I saw her take down some of our men sire,” said the guard who had helped the prince up.

   The prince glanced at the man quickly before returning his gaze to her.  “What?”

   The man next to the prince nodded vigorously but of course the prince did not notice.  “I saw her take down Frederic after seeing some of the outlaws were dead.  She broke his nose.”

    “And she took out William with a single punch.  I think he’s just now coming to,” commented the other who held her hands.

   She smirked to herself. 

   The prince just nodded and smiled.  “I think this one valuable to their group.  Or so the leader seemed reluctant to leave her behind.  Take her to the carriage and tie her feet.  I have no doubt that she could come up with some way to get away.”

 

     The man nodded and began pushing her in the direction of the large carriage that must have been where all of the men had hidden when her gang had attacked.

   They were halfway across the clearing, the other men clearly staring at the beautiful girl who had been taken prisoner. It was obvious by the disbelief on most of their faces that they could not understand how a girl like her could have been caught with the gang.

   It was then that she saw the ones getting ready to pack the dead men she had seen away.

    She jerked her bound hands hard against the man who held her arms.  His hands slipped at the unexpected movements but he quickly wrapped his thick arms around her waist restraining her flailing figure.

   “You bastards!” she screeched, rage contorting her features.  “Don’t you touch them you worthless piles of trash!”

   She continued screeching and flailing until the man holding her finally had to call for someone to help his retrain her.   It took another two men to finally still her outraged body.

   All of the men had frozen at her sudden out burst.  Even the prince’s eyes were wide with shock. 

     She turned her furious gaze on him.  “Leave them!” she growled.

     “It will be better if they are buried.  It’s worse if they’ll left here to…”

           

     She cut him off.  “Leave them.” She knew that Louis had most likely stayed behind hidden in the bushes and he would take care of them.  Better someone who cared for them to burry them than the callous way she knew these men would dispose of their bodies with.

           

      Especially, Michael.  The one who she could not bring her eyes to look at. 

           

     He had been there since that very first day.  The man who had comforted her in the strangeness and frightening moments of those first days.

           

     A man who had been like a doting uncle; always bringing her gifts and the very man who had begun teaching her to fight and brought her, first horse but she would not cry.  No.  She had not cried since this man who stood in front of her now had uttered those cruel words and she would not cry now.

            

     She would mourn but no crying.      

           

     Her face softened and her eyes closed.  “Please,” she whispered hating that she must beg to this man.

           

     He was silent so long she was afraid he would not do as she asked. 

           

     “Leave them there.  We’ll leave for the castle now.”

           

     Her eyes opened and she looked to him in shock. 

           

     His gaze was on her face as he spoke to his men.  “Take her to the carriage,” he ordered and with those words he turned and walked away leaving Carrina feeling confused.  

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