CHAPTER 78: I WILL NOT MARRY YOU!

She turned on him then, staring him full in the face and no longer bothering to hide her contempt.

His fair head tilted in mocking enquiry, blond brows arching over those guileless blue eyes. His lips twitched minutely and were then carefully and too obviously controlled.

He's enjoying himself, she realized. He was relishing both her pleading and the fear she was trying desperately to hide. All along he had been playing with her, as a cat will play with the unfortunate mouse he has captured.

What an apt comparison. Travener was simply playing with her by allowing her to imagine there was any hope at all of rescue. He had lied to her to get her into the coach with him, and then he had continued to lie throug hout the journey.

And there was no one else, she realized, who could know where they were. Not Mrs Kemp, who believed she was on her way to London. Not Ian, who even now...