She didn’t like the man. Not one bit.
***
When Joshua returned to his room that night, he was surprised to see that Fiona hadn’t unpacked her bags, indeed, it looked as if she was re-packing her things into the trunk that lay on the floor of their room.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m planning to leave,” Fiona announced, that oft defiant spirit in her was appearing once more.
“What? We’ve just arrived,” he replied astounded.
“I want to leave. I know I’m going to hate it here.” She spoke with every ounce of resolve she could muster.
“You can’t know that so soon.”
“Your brothers hate me.”
“They do not.”
“The way Lowell looks at me.”
“He’s harmless, and you’re completely over re-acting.”
“I am not,” her eyes flashed wildly, her temper getting the better of her.
“I’m warn
