Mikhail wanted to check on her, but the fury inside him wouldn't subside. He didn't want to speak with her when he was angry, and each time he began to visit her, he heard her saying that being with him was a degradation. His rage grew with each passing day.
A week passed and still he couldn't bring himself to go near her. That afternoon she came to him, looking pale and bruised, but her voice was firm when she asked, "My lord, it seems you have decided not to return me to my home. I will need to book passage on another ship. Will we be stopping anywhere for supplies?"
"We will not be stopping. The journey isn't much longer and I trust it has been more comfortable without my degrading presence." He couldn't keep the fury out of his voice.
Honor looked stricken and she apologized, "I am
