Reid frowned. “I don’t think I can allow that. In fact, the deputies are told to shoot him on sight if he attempts to meet you.”
“What do you think is going to happen?” Eliza tapped the sturdy wood wall. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Better safe than sorry, that’s what I always say. Now, then, enjoy the rest of your meal.” He bowed at the waist before shuffling out, leaving her alone once again.
Without thought, Eliza picked up the tray and hurled it at the bars, finally giving vent to the rage billowing in her chest. Did that…that…cocksucker think he could get away with this? Did he think she would just roll over and allow him to kill her? “It’s about revenge…” Again, the question came to her—why did these bad men deserve revenge but she didn’t?