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.

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