Now she knew he surveyed the marks of her uncle's wrath and Amias could do nothing but lay there, suffering silently. It certainly changed his mood. She should have warned him. "You will tell me who did this," he repeated sternly, making the bed creak as he sat up. She wrapped herself in one of the furs and she too sat up. "Why?" "Amias—" "It was my uncle. He was my guardian. I needed correction he said." "When?" She shrugged. "Often." It was a surprise to see Stryker so angry about it. Although she'd fully expected repulsion when he saw the scars, she had not been prepared for his anger against her uncle. "Giles Du Barry," he said slowly, "is a monster who should have his throat cut." "'Tis not unusual for a man to beat a woman in his care." "In his care? Apparently you and I—he and I—have differing opinions on the meaning." Stunned, she looked at the big man on the bed beside her. Naked he seemed even larger than he did when clothed. His cock was no longer standing to attention she noted with disappointment.
