“With who?” Edward asked, his voice light and unconcerned. She knew that voice. He was hiding something,
“I know you wrote that note. What have you done with Callum?”
“All right, you got me. I wrote the note but it was for your own good.”
“Where’s Callum?”
He looked angry for the first time since he’d found her in the tavern. “Oh, Callum, Callum, Callum. Why are you so obsessed with a man who ran off like a coward as soon as I turned up?”
“It’s not true, is it? He didn’t say I was fat or ugly, did he?”
“Does it matter? He’s gone and I’m here and I’m taking you home.”
“I’m not going home with you, Edward.” She tried to pull her hand free from his grip but he wouldn’t let go.
“Yes, you are.” He smiled as he saw her looking around her. “Go ahead and scream for help. There’s no one around for miles. You scream then I break a couple of your ribs for your trouble and then you still come home with me. Wouldn’t it be better all right if you stopped fighting and accept it? We are meant to be together.”
“No we’re not.”
He leaned close to her face, any hint of a smile gone. His eyes were cold, his voice a whisper. “Walk or I kill you, Kerry. I’ve had enough of your bull. Trying to run off with another man like I’d let you get away with it? You’re stupider than you look.” His voice returned to normal as he yanked her by the arm, pulling her along the road. “Don’t worry though. I forgive you.”
