I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 123

In a flash, Jareth was out of his wheelchair and on his feet. Just as the men were about to drag Niamh into a black van, he launched himself forward. A series of precise, brutal kicks sent the attackers sprawling to the ground.

He scooped Niamh up, but as he did, several more men jumped out of the van.

With Niamh thrown over his shoulder, Jareth broke into a dead sprint.

He’d only gone a few yards when Niamh came to. Realizing they were being chased, she yelled, “Mr. Bragg, put me down! I can run myself!”

“Shut up!” he roared back.

Niamh fell silent, though being slung over his shoulder was incredibly uncomfortable, his shoulder digging into her stomach.

“Mr. Bragg, turn here! Head for the mountain!” she commanded suddenly.

She didn’t think he’d listen, but he did, veering sharply and racing up the forested slope.

After a moment, she instructed, “Turn right!”

He obeyed instantly.

Their pursuers were close behind, less than thirty feet away.

“Now left!” Niamh called out.

Jareth followed her command without hesitation. After all, she had lived here for five years.

After a series of sharp turns, they arrived at a dilapidated-looking cottage.

His arms felt surprisingly strong and secure. The initial shock gave way to a strange sense of calm, and Niamh went still, letting him hold her, letting him kiss her.

“Boss, maybe they ran out the back?” someone suggested.

“They must have! Let’s go! After them!”

The heavy footsteps faded into the distance.

Soon, the house fell silent, the only sound the frantic beating of their two hearts. It was only then that Niamh became fully aware of her situation: she was locked in Jareth’s arms, and he was still kissing her.

She struggled slightly, trying to pull away, but he showed no sign of letting go. Instead, his lips began to move softly against hers.