Abrielle went stiff at the sensation of his warm breath against her skin. She didn't understand why, but lately, being close to him has been difficult; she stepped back to create a distance between them. A nervous laugh left her lips so as not to make it awkward.
She was not completely dumb not to realize what was happening. What was wrong with her? She could not stand the ticklish feeling of his breath or the subtle warmth of his closest.
She was not heartless. All she thought about was ways to escape and just get far away from him. People lost their lives at Danbury; women lost their husbands. All she could think about was how to escape the fate in front of her, despite the fact they had caved into their carnal desires.
Abrielle was scared, and fear kind of made people do stupid things at times; the attack at Danbury was a mystery. It happened as she predicted but things were slightly different.