Undoing the tether at her hands, Clive lifted her to her feet, holding her carefully lest her legs weaken underneath her.
“And now, wife, I see you’re weary,” he said kindly. He ran his hand along her cheek to brush away a tear. “Go to our wedding chamber and wait for me. I’ll be there shortly to do what should have been done a long time ago.”
He was about to leave.
“But what of my hands?” she asked sweetly as he was walking away. He turned back and eyed her head to toe.
“I should like you to remain bound, Ella,” he replied. “Yes, bound this night, that suits you well and satisfies me.”
Clive remained cool as he spoke, his eyes were as forbidding and cruel as she remembered them. Hearing his answer another frightful fear traversed her pain-ridden body. She could be certain that no
