CHAPTER TENWracked with sobs, Elvira tore at her dress, trying to rip it off. She could not reach the hooks and at last relinquished the attempt.
The dress hanging loose and her shoulder exposed, Elvira dragged her carpet bag from the armoire and began to throw in her clothes that Beth had packed for her.
She would not take anything that Prince Charles de Courel had provided for his wife.
Wife! Ha! A fresh wave of anger shook her frame.
She had left England, come to a foreign country, all in the belief that she was at least securely married!
What had the Prince intended should happen when they reached his Palace – that she should be kept like a bird in a gilded cage, until such time as he chose to ravish her against her will? Like a – like a concubine?
She would leave this tyrant and
