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Allaston de Velt,” she said, breathing heavily and coughing. “I am the one you want.”
    Shocked, Allaston looked at her to shush the woman but suddenly, other women were shouting out that they were Allaston, too. Soon, the entire group was demanding that they were Lady Allaston de Velt and there was no stopping the onslaught. Shouts and cries filled the smoky night air.
    Allaston was terrified of what the knights would do to them now that it was clear the women were intent on protecting her. She could see necks being broken by big, gloved hands and it filled her heart with fear for her loyal friends. Panic-stricken, she lifted her hands and began to cry out.
    “Nay!” she called. “Nay, you will not do this! Please, cease! Do you not see that they will kill all of us? They will think us to be liars!”
    Some women listened to her, some didn’t. The ones who seemed most intent on disobeying her were the older nuns, crying out that they were, in fact, the de Velt that the knight was looking for. Allaston had never been so touched by anything in her life, all of these women prepared to sacrifice themselves for her, and the humbling experience drove her to tears. She simply couldn’t let them do it. Frantically, she began waving her hands around.
    “ Stop !” she cried, moving away from the group as she did so. “Please stop! I am not afraid, do you hear? I am not afraid of him!”
    She nearly screamed the last part and most of the nuns quieted down. Terrified, emotional, Allaston turned to the massive knight with the intimidating helm.
    “I swear that I am Lady Allaston de Velt,” she insisted, hear heart pounding and her breathing coming in frightened gasps. “These women are simply trying to protect me. Please… tell me what you wish of me, but do not harm them. I beg you.”
    The knight still hadn’t said a word. His helm was turned in her direction and suddenly, he was moving towards her. He closed the gap rather swiftly, reaching out to grab her harshly by the arm. Allaston gasped in pain as the knight flipped up his visor, his shockingly bright blue eyes boring into her.
    “You had better be the de Velt I seek or this situation will not go well for you,” he hissed. “Convince me that you are who you say you are or I will kill everyone here, including you. Tell me now!”
    He was growling and snarling, and Allaston was so frightened that she felt faint. But she took a deep breath, struggling to compose herself, as she looked into eyes that were the color of cornflowers. She’d never seen such a bright shade of blue. Her mind was so much mush, overwhelmed with fear, but she fought to clear it. She had to.
    “My… my father is Ajax de Velt,” she said, her voice quaking. “My mother is Lady Kellington. I have three brothers and two sisters, and we live at Pelinom Castle in Northumberland.”
    The knight’s grip tightened, nearly breaking her arm. “Name your siblings,” he growled. “Quickly!”
    She jolted because he shook her to emphasize the speed at which he expected her to deliver the answer. “My eldest brother is Coleby,” she said, verging on tears but fighting against them with every breath. “I have two more brothers, Julian and Cassian. My sisters are Effington and Addington. They are younger than I am.”
    The knight’s eyes were blazing, but that blaze was as cold as ice. It was a deadly glare, something Allaston had never seen before, but she began to suspect that she must have given him the right answer because his grip hadn’t tightened. Nor had he otherwise displayed displeasure. In fact, his expression seemed to ease. His features, as much as she could see them through the helm opening, had relaxed. After several anxious moments, the eyes flickered in a calculating gesture.
    “How old is your father now?” he asked.
    Allaston swallowed hard. “I… I am not exactly sure,” she said. “I believe he has seen fifty-eight or fifty-nine years.”
    “Does he still go to