Chapter 7
Rose slowly opened her eyes, her chest still aching where she had been kicked and her back a little sore. She abruptly sat up as the room she was in now was familiar and she had to get out of here fast.
"About time you woke up," Graham said, taking a mouthful of the rum he had been distracting himself with. "Gave me a fright with how many hours you were out of it. At least it looked like you were having a good dream."
Rose looked down at her body, relieved to see that she was still wearing the clothes she left the brothel in.
Graham put the bottle down on the table beside him. "It was tempting to undress you to see what damage was done but I was thinking of how I would kill the bastard who harmed you. Have you been meeting with a man when I sent you back to your room at night?"
"I have not-"
"Do not lie to me!" Graham yelled, wanting to wrap his hands around her neck. He was good to her yet she dared to have another man? "I have made it clear that you are mine. Why is it that you ran to a soldier? Have I been too kind to you? Have I been too kind to a whore?"
Rose flinched because of how loud his voice was. She looked away from Graham but knew it could be misinterpreted so she looked back at him. "I do not have a man," she answered.
Rose wished she had been awake when Henry told Graham what happened. She had been kicked and ignored. What man could she have? She was already hurt over Mathias refusing to remember her, why did she have to go through Graham berating her as well?
Rose didn’t feel safe here in Graham’s bedroom.