CHAPTER FOUR“Will you please keep your distance from me?” Venetia said in a biting voice.
He shrugged and rose from the bed, but placed himself between her and the door.
“Don’t try anything,” he said.
All around her she could feel the ship vibrating as the engines hummed and the propellers whirred. Suddenly there was a small lurch and they were moving.
Venetia pulled off the bridal veil and ran to the porthole, through which she could see the quay beginning to glide past. They were on their way to India.
She turned a stony face on her abductor and found him regarding her sardonically.
“So now I’m your prisoner,” she said.
“No, you’re my wife.”
“Is there a difference?”
“We can enjoy ourselves debating that another time.”
“How can you possibly want to be married to a woman who hate
