Cruz ignored her and kept walking until they reached the cabin. Once inside he tossed her onto the bed, straddled her and captured her hands before she could hit him again.
"We are going to get all of this out," he told her, "so you might as well simmer down."
"Go to hell," she spat.
"Tsk tsk. Such language from a lady. But I promise you, I'm not moving until I tell you the truth. The real truth."
"Answer one question for me." Her anger was so hot she wondered she didn't incinerate herself.
"I'll answer all the questions you want," he agreed, "if you promise not to hit me."
"Depends on your answers," she grumped. "Okay. Are you married to that witch?"
"Yes. And no."
Shea tried to struggle up but Cruz had her effectively imprisoned.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean"
He sigh
