But just inside the open doorway she stood firm and even her fear could make her go no further.
She would meet him here, not cowering in the inner room like a trembling creature skulking in the furthest corner of its cage.
That much pride at least was left to her.
From the shelter of the tent she watched him cross towards her and enter with a long noiseless stride.
“I hope that Gaston took care of you properly and gave you everything that you wanted?” he said easily.
The coolness of his words and manner hit her like a dash of cold water.
She had been prepared for anything but this calm nonchalance in a situation that was intolerable.
His tone conveyed the perfunctory regret of a host for an unavoidable absence and her fear gave way to rage.
Her body stiffened and her hands clenched
