Page 99 of Far From Sherwood Forest

“You can stop whenever you want, alright? But if you’re able to sleep like this, then don’t let go.”

I sure as hell don’t plan on lettinghimgo.

Ever.

The sound of screams wakes me from a dead sleep. Henry’s booming voice follows, though it’s distant.

My eyes fly open, and I find myself alone in the same spot I fell asleep last night with Henry’s cock in my mouth. I didn’t expect to be able to sleep like that, but it was surprisingly soothing.

I can still taste him on my tongue…

“Where is Robin Hood?!”

Jumping to my feet at the deep, resounding voice, I peer down into the campsite to see Henry—or rather theSheriff—on the back of a horse with his sword drawn. He must’ve woken early to go steal that horse first.

I’m a little upset he didn’t wake me before he left, but I suppose it’s best to start fresh back in the roles we have to play today.

He rides around the camp while the people scatter and retreat. If I was down there and this was like the old days, my men and I would be attacking. Henry’s alone, so it would be easyto disarm him and probably take him captive.

Of course, that’s not the plan.

John is down there, his hand extended out to his side, signaling to the men to hold their arrows.

The fact that he’s protecting Henry makes me smile.

I don’t love having to deceive my own people, but the truth is that word travels fast in this realm. Had Henry come down into the camp with us last night andifwe had even managed to convince everyone that his allegiance has shifted, there’s a chance that would’ve made it back to the prince.

I trust my people, but gossip is a universal trait in every time and place.

At least, this way, if word does spread that both Robin Hood and the Sheriff have returned, Prince John will believe what we need him to. That would make this plan a lot easier.

“I know he’s returned,” Henry shouts as his horse makes circles around the center of the camp. “Someone’s going to tell me where he is, or I’ll start cutting off heads!”

Fortunately, I’m far enough away that the snort I make can’t be heard down there. I almost forgot how melodramatic the Sheriff used to be.

After tossing my hood over my head, I pick up my bow and shrug the quiver onto my shoulder. Nocking an arrow, I take aim and release. The arrow flies through the air and whizzes inches past Henry before embedding in the trunk of a tree behind him.

His head snaps around, and his eyes land on me. He scowls with familiar loathing, and I smirk back.

Just like old times.

“Looking for me, Sheriff?” I ask loudly enough so my voice carries.

“You’re not getting away from me this time, Robin Hood.”

I wink at him. “Catch me if you can.”

Turning around, I bolt into the trees.

It must take him a while to find a path for his horse because I’m running for at least a couple of minutes before I hear the pounding of hooves in the distance behind me. Either that or he wanted to give me a head start so we could get far enough away from the camp.

Right about now, John and the others should be heading in the opposite direction to the royal highway to, hopefully, save the king.

So far, so good.

I keep running, wanting to put some distance between us and the camp. The hoofbeats from Henry’s stolen horse get closer the deeper into the forest we go. I choose the densest path to slow him down, but he eventually catches up to me.

His horse is practically on top of me. Thenhe’son top of me.