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644 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1990
"Why, are you too not English?" she blurted out, furious for having done so. How did it concern her what or who he might be?
"Why do you think that I am?"
"I don't give a damn what you are but you don't look a nat-" Flustered and embarrassed, she choked back the rest of her comment to chew angrily on her lip and fumble warily with her feet for her sandals."
"How should a native look then?" he demanded tightly, and suddenly Olivia saw that he too was angry. "Servile? Obsequious? A humble groveler at the feet of the white memsahib?"
"If you do not wish to use my evidence, I accept that. If you do not wish to see me or speak to me again, I accept that too, however wounding. What I will not accept, Jai, is the devaluation, the denial, of your feelings for me. You lie to hide your own delusions, not mine. You fabricate a hate that does not exist. You do love me, Jai..." A split second of anguish came and went. "As sure as the wind blows and I breathe, you love me, and before the sun rises tomorrow I will make you eat your words, Jai, every damned, lying one of them, I promise you that!"
"Get out!" His voice, tight in his throat, was strangled.
"I will, but not before you admit you have lied!"
The final thread of his control snapped. With a snarl he sprang at her and two enormous, powerful hands circled her neck. Distorted into a mask of virulence, his features turned maniacal, barely human. Thumbs pressed against her windpipe, he shook her with the fury of a mastiff gripping a rat between its teeth, all reason gone. Olivia battled to breathe, gasping for air but neither struggling nor feeling the faintest twinge of fear.


