Brone dragged Anna along the narrow path towards the dense line of pine trees, his grip bruising around her arm.
"Let go of me, you sc*mbag!" Anna shouted.
Her eyes were swollen from crying, and her lips were trembling with barely contained fury.
A bright red mark stained one cheek; the sting of Derek's slap was still fresh. Irritated by her resistance, Brone came to an abrupt stop and jerked her forward, forcing her to face him.
"Stop it! One more word and I'll slap your other cheek," Brone threatened.
Anna's glare only sharpened. Without hesitation, she spat at him.
"You're a liar," she hissed. "You promised to spare them if I surrendered, yet you still attacked Sir McQuinn the moment I gave myself up! You're all the same!"
Brone wiped the spit from his cheek, his jaw tightening.
