Thorn had just accepted her conditions, as humiliating as they were, to save her life. She felt so guilty about not returning his feelings that she had a lump in her throat. “I’m so sorry . . . ” she repeated, pathetically. Thorn then lowered a metallic look at her that made her feel as if nails were being hammered into her face. “Don’t apologize too quickly,” he said, his accent even harsher than usual. “You’ll be regretting having me for a husband soon enough.”
