Night of the Huntress
Chapter One
Fagaras mountain region, 1899
The spinning gold coin fell at Marika Korzha's feet. Rather than reach for it, her hand instead went to the knife strapped to the outside of her thigh.
"You . . ." She thought for the right word in English, "insult me."
The man smiled smugly, narrowing his pale eyes. His confidence told her that he thought himself safe with his men flanking him, backing him. He thought because she was a woman in a tavern filled with men, he was in control.
He was wrong.
She was not alone; her own men sat at a table waiting. All she had to do was give the signal and they would come to her side.
She would have three of these men dead by the time her own arrived.
"You are insulted by gold?" The man's voice was smooth, mocking.
She didn't reply. She merely watched him. He knew full well what the insult was.
He flashed his arrogant grin at his companions before turning it back to her. "Aren't you going to pick it up?"
The English came easier this time now that she rem ... read full excerpt from: Night of the Huntress ebook
