Returning her gaze to meet the one of the knight, she glowered at him. "You searched me?"
"Of course I did," he whispered, getting up as he watched her with cautious eyes. "You're my captive. You think I'd go without confiscating your weapons?"
She snorted, making sure she was facing him to keep aware of anything smart he might try to do. Her eyes passed over the neighborhood, analyzing her predicament. Zahra had heard of the town of Evaselington. Her father used to make regular visits every once a month - using the little money they had to buy and stock up on food and materials they would need. But once the money had run out, the family had depended on Zahra - the oldest of the children for their survival.
The faces of her two younger sisters and parents passed through her mind as worry overcame her. She hadn't come home yet, they'd be worried sick and would definitely have come to the worst of assumptions.
"What's your name?"
She snapped out of her reverie, eyes focusing on the man in front of her. He expected an answer, but still maintained a distance.
"Sara," she lied. She didn't want to risk giving away her identity. Zahra was cunning - her life depended on it and so she'd developed a skill of forming white lies. "What's yours?"
"Adrian," he answered, taking a step closer. She took one back.
He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair.
"I promise I won't hurt you," he said in a genuinely sincere tone. She stood still the next time he moved closer to her, but her eyes locked with his, untrusting. She looked at him, over her shoulder as he adjusted the reins on the horse. That's when the moonlight reflected off something he was holding in his hand; shackles.
Skidding around in her step, she aimed to slam her fist into his gut but he caught it in one firm grip, shaking his finger at her as a smile crossed his lips. Before she could retaliate, he twisted her arm around her back, securing her in his hold.
Zahra cursed out loud, anger raging through her veins as she thrashed wildly. But Adrian held her still, his iron grip tightening on her wrist as he fastened the shackles on her.
"Didn't your parents ever tell you not to trust strangers?" He whispered into her ear, laughter playing in his voice. But this was no joke to Zahra.
"My parents have advised me on a lot of things. I never listen," she spat back.
Adrian chuckled lowly, then lifted her onto the horse before hoisting himself up as well. "Well you better watch your tongue, it could get you killed."
She laughed, no trace of humor in her voice. "That's something I can live with."