Who are you?” Her eyes snapped open, and her voice held a hysterical edge. “Do I even know who you are?”
He stepped over Walker’s battered corpse and grabbed her by the shoulders, leaned down
so that his no-doubt foul breath washed over her face. “I am your husband, my lady.”
She turned her face away from him.
He shook her. “The one you promised to obey always.”
“Simon—”
“The one you said you’d cleave to, forsaking all others.”
“I—”
“The one you make love to at night.”
“I don’t know if I can live with you anymore.” The words were a whisper, but they rang in his head like a death knell.
— Elizabeth Hoyt
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