This mate… counted the days until she could leave him. He watched her silently, though she never seemed to notice. Her gaze drifted dreamily toward the window, lips curled ever so slightly in a faint smile. Even her eyes held a spark—bright, alive. She was never like that with him. That kind of liveliness only appeared when she was thinking about freedom.
That day, she told him she was bored. He had allowed her to leave the cabin and take a job in town. The moment he saw the light ignite in her eyes, he nearly lost control—he wanted to pin her beneath him right then and there. But the memory of the wounds on her back… made him stop.
When had he started caring about someone else's pain?
"You devil, Waldo!" Regina snapped, fury flooding her veins. Her mind clouded, no longer caring about the consequences of angering him. She glared at him, knowing full well this was no bluff. Maybe it never had been. From the beginning, he hadn't planned to let her go after just a month.
