“Did he abduct you? Were you forced out here onto the beach past curfew?”
“He didn’t hurt me.”
“That was not the question. Were you out past curfew?”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
“Then he did abduct you from your home?”
She was silent.
“It is one or the other. Answer the question, young lady.”
“Yes,” she said softly.
“Yes what?”
“I was taken into the cave by him. I did not have a choice.”
He waited for her to say more. To deny that there was an abduction, but she said nothing further. They were both placed in arm restraints. He didn’t resist. He didn’t even mark the number of men on the beach or the way he might have escaped from transport.
The only person he looked at was the exquisitely beautiful and exceptionally treacherous little liar who’d turned him from savior to accused criminal in an instant.
