“I left for a few days, and you already have another man in your bed,” Martin said, his voice sharp with accusation.
I blinked, trying to process the venom in his words. “What?” I whispered, stunned by his accusation.
I stared at him, my heart pounding in disbelief. He had sent Luke away without even asking him what had happened. He couldn’t possibly believe I was with Luke.
My voice trembled as anger and pain swelled in my chest. “He tried to force himself on me,” I said, louder this time, the words burning my throat.
I was almost shouting now. “He came into my room uninvited. I fought him, Martin. But he was stronger.”
“It didn’t look like that when I came in,” he said, his voice and eyes cold.
I staggered back as if he’d slapped me. “You don’t get to tell me what it looked like
