He was deliberately baiting her, she felt, and like a cornered animal she was determined to go on fighting.
“Whatever you may say,” she replied, “you need not waste your time sending a carriage for me or preparing a house where I will not live. I would rather sleep on the hard ground than be beholden to you for anything!”
She almost spat the words at him and now anger was back in the Governor’s face, even though his eyes still glinted with the lust that was always there when he looked at her.
Unexpectedly he moved forward and, before she had time to raise her chisel again, his arms were around her, pinning hers to her sides.
She gave a little scream. At the same time she was very afraid because of his strength, because of his overpowering proximity and her violent aversion, which made
