She never wanted a man to hurt her that way!
And now a man was in her cabin. Trapped here for days. Even if she’d been able to lock her bedroom door, would it stop him?
He could do anything to her, anything at all. And no one would come to her rescue. No one even knew he was here.
He’d lost a lot of blood. She clung to that fact, and hoped it had weakened him enough that he wouldn’t try to force her down and hurt her.
Maybe she could get him to drink lots of her father’s favorite whiskey. Serena’s men all loved it, and it slowed their reflexes. Then she’d have time to bash him on the head if she needed to.
She hoped she wouldn’t need to. He seemed so…well, harmless as he slept on her couch. Almost as if, against all the odds, he could somehow be trusted.
Would he still be harmless wh
