Page 50 of Her Dark Seduction
“I am a loyal subject; my name will protect you both.”
My freedom had been an illusion. I was a fugitive, the widow of a traitor—lost, alone, to be hunted down. I hated Sawford for what he had done to me, for how he made me feel. Yet, with my child to think of I had no choice but to yield. I clung to the hope that Tarvin was out there somewhere; that he would come for me.
“Tell me, sir, the honest truth if you can. Was every man killed at Mortlock?”
“Aye. Every single man. They’re all accounted for; even the two we encountered in the forest.”
I was alone. Tarvin was dead.
“Tarvin…” Tears rolled down my face. There was nothing left now, apart from the need to protect my child.
“Tarvin.” Sawford’s voice was harsh. “Your lover?”
“No,” I said, “but he was a better man than you could ever hope to be. He was brave and noble, whereas you are nothing. I feel sick at the very thought of your name and his being spoken in the same breath.”
I looked up at him defiantly, expecting to see anger in his eyes, but their expression was softer, almost sad before he turned his head away.
“But you will wed me?”
I hung my head.
“Aye.”
“Then make haste. We leave now.”
