Ah, what the heck. Here's a teaser for ya:
“Edward!” I yelled out again, and I saw his shoulder’s tense as his eyes flicked to me briefly.
He did not halt in his movements.
The rope was tied around Jane’s other leg and then around her waist as she was strapped to the dummy. I could hear her cries and pleas as well as the smacking sound of Edward’s hand across her mouth. There was blood on her lips as he wrapped the rope around her again.
I struggled against Sir Emmett’s grip, and just when I thought I would wriggle from his grasp, there were other hands on me, pulling me slightly backwards. Seth moved in front of me, trying to block my view.
“Let me go!” I cried out again, pushing against the strong arms of the soldiers around me.
“Please, Queen Isabella,” Seth’s voice pleaded with me.
Edward’s hand flew around rapidly as he wound the rope around Jane’s form, further securing her as she cried for mercy. He yanked roughly at the binds, and then turned to walk several feet away to a large stack of firewood, stacked for the winter.
He piled it at her feet.
“No! Edward, please!” I screamed, but he would not even turn to face me.
Jane, however, did look to me.
“Lady Isabella!” she cried out. “I did not know – I swear I did not! Please! Please!”
Edward signaled one of the other guards, and a moment later he held a brightly burning torch in his hands. He moved close to her, and I could hear her pleading with him. His chest rose and fell with his breath, his eyes narrowed, and he dropped the torch into the dry wood at her feet.