“I own her! I’ll damn well take her! Stand aside!”
I wake to a brutal male voice outside the bedroom door. I don’t know how I got here. Mattias must have put me down to sleep. The blankets are tucked in around me, a small display of care I don’t believe in.
“Sir, she’s exhausted. She fainted earlier.” I hear Mattias trying to stop the intruder, but he is unsuccessful.
“She doesn’t need to do anything but lie back and take it.”
With that stomach-churning comment, the door opens, and the sheriff walks in.
“Hello, pretty,” he leers. “You earned me a lot of money today.”
I shrink down below the blankets. This man scares me. He is powerful and thoroughly corrupt. He did save me from the mob of men in the market, but that wasn’t because he cared about me. That was because he saw value goin
