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When Lucien returned to the cabin again, he was still quiet and pained. Acting as though he didn’t know what to say.

He looked tall and imposing in a white shirt, black breeches and a large hat with a curling brim on three sides to keep the sun from his face.

There’s nothing I particularly wanted to hear him say anyway.

My body had healed over the last few days, but I was still mentally suffering. Feeling as though he’d betrayed everything we’d shared, the moment he had let his men have me.

But I’d been planning vengeance. I realized I was pacing again. Rubbing my stomach as I felt ill. I’d felt sick many times since I’d gone to the deck above. I couldn’t get the visions of what’d happened out of my mind.

Lucien opened the door. Ducking through the doorway and pausing there. His hand draped lazily over the top of the frame as he gave me a leary look.