The woman screamed in helpless terror . . . men leaped out of the bushes. steel glinted in the darkness. Scimitars clashed. A cruel face, topped by a turban, loomed before Felicity. She struggled helplessly against the grip of powerful hands. Suddenly her strength was gone. She could fight no longer. Her cloak was torn away and pressed hard over her face, stifling her cries, suffocating her. Her last thought, before blackness engulfed her, was of her beloved Andre . . . and his betrayal!
Harlequin Masquerade - # 15