"I think she's looking for a double helping," Durant said, his eyes as sinisterly dark as his voice.
Fear weakened her stomach but strengthened her legs and Calia spun to run down the closest aisle.
"Grab her!" one of them shouted.
Calia shoved past the over flowing wares, running as fast as the crowded store would allow her. She could feel their boot heels thumping on the wooden floors and prayed to make it to the front door before they could. At the end of the aisle there was the shimmer of a window and she pumped her legs faster.
Then Durant stepped out in front of her. "Can I help you find what you're looking for?" he jeered.
Calia skidded to a stop and turned around, running right into Delmar's chest. His arms were instantly around her like steel bands.
"Let go!" she shrieked.
He pulled her head back with a viscous yank of her hair. "I do not think that's what you really want."
She shoved a knee up into his groin and he doubled over but she could not get past him in the crowded aisle.
She spun to see Delmar rushing up the crowded pathway and in desperation began climbing the unsteady shelving. Her dress hung and clung to everything, impeding her escape but she struggled on anyway, terrified for her life.
A cold, hard hand dug into her thigh and dragged her down to the ground. She hit the floor with a painful thud and was yanked back up to her feet almost immediately. Delmar pulled her in roughly and buried his nose in her hair, taking a deep breath before shoving her at his recovered brother.
"Come on," he muttered. "Before someone comes in."
"Help!" she shrieked, suddenly reminded of the hope of rescue. "Somebody, please-"
Her cries were cut off with an iron fist smashing into her mouth. "Shut up," Durant growled, grabbing her arm and dragging her forward.
Calia gagged on the blood flooding her mouth but still fought. She poked at his eyes but he easily batted her hand away before slapping her and she felt her cheek split under his thick ring.
"Hurry up," Delmar hissed.
"A little help?" his brother asked sarcastically. Delmar lunged forward and kicked Calia's legs out from beneath her, causing a sharp crack in her ankle.
They both ignored her cries as one took her by the legs and the other took her by the arms and carried her to the back of the store.
She fought and twisted and heaved but they just clamped down harder. In one, nauseating swing they lurched her over the counter she had been standing at only a moment before and the whole world spun before coming to a painful, jarring halt.
Her head swimming, Calia scrambled to her feet as fast as she could but the brothers were over the counter faster and grabbed her again.
Then the little bell over the shop door jingled.
Calia opened her mouth to scream and Durant clamped his hand down over it. He looked frantically at his brother who motioned to the swinging doors leading to the back. They swiftly dragged her through them and all the way to the far wall of the building.
Durant never took his hand from her mouth and pinned her down while his brother roughly bound her hands and feet with scratchy twine.
"Her mouth too," he hissed. "She's just gonna keep yelling."
Delmar gave a savage grin. "She cannot yell if she's not awake."
And then he swung his heavy fist into the side of her head and Calia felt no more.
She came back to reality slowly. Her mouth was bitter and everything hurt. She shook her head from side to side, trying to gain her vision before realizing all was dark.
Panic seized her and she fought it, trying to remember what was going on. A voice floated to her. "You boys finish up with sweeping and mopping so we can get home before the rain comes again."
"Mother," she heard Delmar say sweetly, "we had promised to help Mrs. Peepers close up shop and see her home. You don't mind, do you?"
She heard his mother titter. "You boys are so sweet. I'll just help you finish."
Calia jerked against her bonds. She could yell out but knew it would do her no good. Mrs. Horatio was blind to her son's sins. Either that or she had purposely turned a blind eye to them.
The twine binding her hands slowly loosened as she sawed her wrists together. Calia ignored the burn as the rough twine dug in and was soon rewarded with enough give to slide one bloodied hand free. She frantically pulled at the ropes around her ankles before calming enough to pick the knot apart. It finally loosened and she eased her feet out. The sounds of laughter and cleaning up continued to come from the front of the store and Calia stood slowly.
The room was dark and hot and stale. It was barely illuminated by the high windows along the back wall. Shadowy mountains were lumped everywhere and Calia reached out with a shaky hand to poke the nearest one. Cloth.
The entire back room was a dark maze of haphazardly placed stock. Fear froze her for a moment. If she wandered around in the dark she was sure she would knock something over and alert her attackers.
Calia shook her aching head. Her eyes had adjusted slightly and the heaps of wares stood out just a bit more. Unsure of where to go, she slowly just made her way to what seemed to be the clearest pathway and followed it along far wall. A small gleam caught her eye and her heart lurched in her chest when she felt the cold, smooth doorknob. With abated breath she eased it open and was rewarded with cool night air.
The new coldness made her face ache and she wondered how long she had been out. Disoriented and in pain, she followed the lights and sounds of revelry, never leaving the side of the building.
Her ankles ached but she pushed on as quickly and quietly as she could. Eventually she had to cross an open alleyway to reach the tavern and she rushed across as soon as she was sure no one was looking. Holding her breath again she risked peeking into one of the low windows. No Marchello.
Fear spurned her on and she rushed out to the street. The carriage was not waiting for her.
Calia would have to walk that long road again, for the third time. Sharp bolts of pain lanced through head with each heart beat and her ankles felt too large for her shoes. With an exhausted sigh she took her first step back to the castle.
Voices rang out in the darkness and Calia leapt for the cover of trees.
Wetness from the ground soaked into her skirts, making them even heavier and her even colder. Crouched in the scratchy bushes she strained to hear the brothers voices but didn't'. Cautiously Calia crept back onto the road and began to make her way to the castle. It was a silent walk, other than her occasional groans of pain. The sky cleared enough for the moon to light her walk and she limped along, finally feeling safe.
The palace gates were in sight when she heard the galloping of hoofs. She dove into the underbrush, reopening her cuts as her face dragged against sharp branches.
The riders slowed as they passed her. "She's got to be here somewhere," Delmar whispered loudly.
"Oh really? What if she already made it back?"
"She could not have, we would already be dead. Besides, she's hurt and can't have gotten that far."
Calia held her breath and waited. They meandered up to the gates and slowly came back down. From between the barren bushes she could see their faces scanning the woods. She waited until she could no longer hear the hoof beats and then waited several minutes longer.
Sure they were gone, she burst from the trees and ran up the road.
"There she is!" She heard the shout come from behind her.
Calia saved her breath and dove through the gate, slamming it shut behind her. The cobbled courtyard echoed her hurried steps and she leapt for the door at the front entrance.
Frantic, she twisted the knob but the door would not open. "Locked?" she cried to herself before taking up banging on the thick door.
The squealing of the front gates gave away the brothers trying to sneak onto the property and Calia slipped down off the stoop and ran as quietly as she could along the wall. The moon slid behind a cloud and she reached up hand to trail along the stone as she ran. In the darkness and so close to the castle she could not determine where exactly she was. But she could clearly hear the footsteps of the brothers as they pursued her.
"Please, please," she whispered under her breath. The wall fell away and Calia stumbled into a prickly bush. The smell of the crushed petals let her knew she was in the garden. The moon slid out again and she could see it clearly. Hopeful yet still terrified, she jumped over plants and flowers, forcing herself to move faster and faster. She couldn't tell if the thudding she was hearing was the footsteps of the brothers or her own blood whooshing in her ears.