Page 34 of The Fighter who Needed Me
She was married in spirit, in the eyes of God and in the eyes of England.
And her marriage was consummated. That was what she would hold in her memories.
The sweet way that Brooks would hold her and love her.
She wished she had not gone home after the Christmas Holidays and no regretted all the decisions she had made.
She wished she had gone to Brooks when she had the chance.
A masculine throat cleared, “Your parents tell me that you are not happy with being brought here in the middle of the night. That you aren’t happy with the arrangements that we made on your behalf.”
She did not say anything, and he walked to where she had her head turned away, and he turned her chin to look at him.
“I have news for you, youwillwed me. I paid for you, a good and malleable wife. And that is what I will have.”
She glared at him, “I willneverwed you.”
He lifted his lip in a snarl, “If you won’t agree now, then we shall see how well you do, locked up in here, with no company besides me.”
She did not say anything, not caring because her life was lonely before and was just as lonely now and just glared at him and he dropped her chin and slammed out of the room.
The lock clicked in place and she did not care. Being locked in a room was nothing new to her and she would rather stay locked away forever than betray Brooks that way.
