“If I were your daughter, how would you feel?” Jenny demanded indignantly. “Cursed,” he said bluntly, ignoring her wounded look. “In two days, you’ve shown me more resistance than I encountered at the last two castles I took by force.” “I meant,” Jenny said, her eyes filled with ire, plunking her hands on her slim hips, “if I were your daughter, and your sworn enemy kidnapped me, how would you want me to behave?”
