A slow, smouldering fury burned inside her chest. In the span of an hour, the strangers had stolen her friends, her home, even her freedom to stand in the open without fearing for her life. She’d had cause to dislike people since arriving at Blighty: Dane, firing after her and her friends as they ran from his property. Gavin Kelsey, callous, cruel, and a murderer. But she had never hated anyone or anything as deeply as she hated the unknown men at that moment.
