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cold-heartedly intended sending her away.
H ow could he be so callous to the woman who carried his babe? And not only that, she felt betrayed. Turning around, she raced back up the stairs to her room wondering what she should do now. But she was not left alone for long to ponder the horrific situation, he had followed her.
W hen he touched her, she flinched away loathing his touch. She was sick to her stomach when she heard his cold unfeeling words. It was humiliating how easily she’d been fooled again and realized that he was not the caring tender man he’d shown her earlier when had had made love to her and that hurt just as much. He was truly the Black Warlock, cold, unfeeling and a heartless monster.
Patiently standing behind his wife with his hands still resting on her shoulders, he waited for her reaction, but when none was forth coming he frowned. He wondered what could possibly be going through her head. “Speak to me, lass. I ken ye are upset but what is between Devena and I has nothing to do with us.”
Shocked and horrified she gasped at his emotionless, insensitive words and shrugged out of his grasp. She moved away from him before she turned to face him, letting him see how much she loathed him. “You disgust me. You’re no better than a rutting stag and I never want you to touch me ever again. As far as I am concerned, this is a marriage in name only. Now get out and leave me alone you unemotional, heartless heathen.”
Infuriated over her scathing and insulting reply, he straightened and glared at her. “I dinnae ken what ye think ye have to be angry about but I tell ye, wife, I am ye laird and ye husband and I willnae be spoken to with such disrespect. This time I will forgive ye, but willnae do so again.”
She threw back her head and laughed harshly. “I don’t give a fig if you forgive me or not you unfeeling, filthy cur. I meant what I said. You are nothing but a pig and I want nothing else to do with you.”
Chest heaving, he was furious at her verbal abuse and disrespect. He gripped his fists at his sides. “Ye go too far woman and I willnae listen to another word until ye are ready to apologies. Ye can have what ye desire for until ye ask for my forgiveness ye can have ye cold marriage.”
W ithout another word, he turned and stormed to the door with fury; he opened it and nearly ripped it from its hinges. Once he stepped out in the hallway he slammed it behind him, sending the sound echoing throughout his home.
Once the rutting fiend left, she sank to her knees and sobbed out her anguish and shame. She now knew that she could never open her heart to a cold and unfeeling beast like the Black Warlock. It was a harsh and cruel lesson, but at least it would save her from even more heartache.
In a black rage he stormed out of the keep and called for his horse. He needed to get away before he made a complete fool of himself, went back upstairs and begged his wife to forgive him. Even if he did not have any idea why he should.
D amn females and especially this one in particular. When his horse arrived, he mounted and raced away not waiting for his men to follow and follow they would, t’was not safe for a rider to be out alone.
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Trista spent the day in her room trying to sort out her feelings, but everything just seemed to be going around in circles. Her stomach growled and she sighed sulkily. She would have to go down stairs and have something to eat. No man was worth starving over , she told herself and so with great reluctance went down to the hall.
W hen she reached the huge room, she took a swift glance around and sighed with relief when she found no sign of her despicable husband. Moving over to the high table she sat down, she tried not to squirm in her seat while members of the clan kept their wary gaze fixed on her before they started their evening meal.
S he smiled gently when a young servant girl approached with a full trencher and placed it in front of her. “Thank
H ow could he be so callous to the woman who carried his babe? And not only that, she felt betrayed. Turning around, she raced back up the stairs to her room wondering what she should do now. But she was not left alone for long to ponder the horrific situation, he had followed her.
W hen he touched her, she flinched away loathing his touch. She was sick to her stomach when she heard his cold unfeeling words. It was humiliating how easily she’d been fooled again and realized that he was not the caring tender man he’d shown her earlier when had had made love to her and that hurt just as much. He was truly the Black Warlock, cold, unfeeling and a heartless monster.
Patiently standing behind his wife with his hands still resting on her shoulders, he waited for her reaction, but when none was forth coming he frowned. He wondered what could possibly be going through her head. “Speak to me, lass. I ken ye are upset but what is between Devena and I has nothing to do with us.”
Shocked and horrified she gasped at his emotionless, insensitive words and shrugged out of his grasp. She moved away from him before she turned to face him, letting him see how much she loathed him. “You disgust me. You’re no better than a rutting stag and I never want you to touch me ever again. As far as I am concerned, this is a marriage in name only. Now get out and leave me alone you unemotional, heartless heathen.”
Infuriated over her scathing and insulting reply, he straightened and glared at her. “I dinnae ken what ye think ye have to be angry about but I tell ye, wife, I am ye laird and ye husband and I willnae be spoken to with such disrespect. This time I will forgive ye, but willnae do so again.”
She threw back her head and laughed harshly. “I don’t give a fig if you forgive me or not you unfeeling, filthy cur. I meant what I said. You are nothing but a pig and I want nothing else to do with you.”
Chest heaving, he was furious at her verbal abuse and disrespect. He gripped his fists at his sides. “Ye go too far woman and I willnae listen to another word until ye are ready to apologies. Ye can have what ye desire for until ye ask for my forgiveness ye can have ye cold marriage.”
W ithout another word, he turned and stormed to the door with fury; he opened it and nearly ripped it from its hinges. Once he stepped out in the hallway he slammed it behind him, sending the sound echoing throughout his home.
Once the rutting fiend left, she sank to her knees and sobbed out her anguish and shame. She now knew that she could never open her heart to a cold and unfeeling beast like the Black Warlock. It was a harsh and cruel lesson, but at least it would save her from even more heartache.
In a black rage he stormed out of the keep and called for his horse. He needed to get away before he made a complete fool of himself, went back upstairs and begged his wife to forgive him. Even if he did not have any idea why he should.
D amn females and especially this one in particular. When his horse arrived, he mounted and raced away not waiting for his men to follow and follow they would, t’was not safe for a rider to be out alone.
****
Trista spent the day in her room trying to sort out her feelings, but everything just seemed to be going around in circles. Her stomach growled and she sighed sulkily. She would have to go down stairs and have something to eat. No man was worth starving over , she told herself and so with great reluctance went down to the hall.
W hen she reached the huge room, she took a swift glance around and sighed with relief when she found no sign of her despicable husband. Moving over to the high table she sat down, she tried not to squirm in her seat while members of the clan kept their wary gaze fixed on her before they started their evening meal.
S he smiled gently when a young servant girl approached with a full trencher and placed it in front of her. “Thank