Sorry, you must be a member of this group to do that.
“That’ll help,” he said coarsely. “Why?” I asked, my tears abating. “Because you’re coming home with me.” I raised a brow. “As your captive?” That villainous look so akin to him touched his eyes, and then he said three words that stopped my heart dead in its tracks. “Kak moya zhena.” As my wife.
