Chapter Eleven
Ren ushered her into his cabin on Warlock, locking the door behind them. Once in the room, Lia darted to the other side of the table, thinking she was safe from his reach.
“How could you?” she hissed.
“How could I what?”
“Leave that poor girl there and not help her! How cruel can you be? What kind of gentleman are you?”
He turned away from her. “Do not cross me this early into our marriage, wife.” He stripped away his coat and tossed it onto the chair. He sat on the edge of the bed and removed his shiny, black boots, dropping them to the floor. Standing, he began to loosen his cravat and pull his shirt from the waistband of his breeches. “As to my ungentlemanly behavior—well, I’ve never been accused of being a gentleman, so I’d say my behavior was quite the norm.”
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