Chapter Seven-3
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She shifted, uncomfortable at his accusations. “I did tell you, you must not have understood. And, if you think I intentionally misled you in any way, I apologize. It was not my intent. I have always told you the truth.”
“Only the amount of truth you think necessary to best serve your need.”
“That is not so! I will not stand here and allow you to accuse me of lying to you—whether by omission or directly.” Lia reached for the bolt on the cabin door, intending to leave for much needed distance when a chill in his voice froze her in place.
“My men are sailors, not gentleman. You are not to leave this cabin without me.”
“Am I now a prisoner?”
“No. You are my possession.” The Englishman gathered the charts and his instruments, and stalked from the cabin. Lia wondered at his change in attitude toward her. For the past week, she’d been living with the illusion that he was a man of great compassion and noble character.
Now, she was discovering the man was moody, temperamental, and had a possessive side to him as well.
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