“Do not shout at me!” she snapped back. “Weren’t you listening?” Summer gritted her teeth and clenched her hands into fists. “He was going to rape me, not kill me. Fine, you have no designs on my virtue, for which I suppose I owe you my thanks, but you have taken me away from my family just as he would have.”
Oh, that hadn’t come out at all right.
“Then don’t…don’t agitate me! I’m trying to save your life here and you’re being an increasingly difficult passenger to handle!” Sir Isaac snapped and then slumped down in defeat, swaying and looking sick at her following words. “And you expected me to just stand by and what? Watch? Leave you there? I’m actually offended that you think so little of me, Miss.”
She flushed at his justified reprimand, and uncurled her hands. “You are correct, my lord. I apologise. I am grateful, truly. I did say your motives were purer,” she couldn’t help adding.