“You didn’t care enough to beat her? Wasn’t she the lucky one?” “Not to hurt her,” he said speaking softly. “To own her. I didna want to possess her. You, mo nighean donn—you, I would own.” “Own me?” I said. “And what do you mean by that?” “What I say. Ye’re mine, Sassenach. And I would do anything I thought I must to make that clear.”
