Wheeling Gull Isle the beatings will continue until morale improves

she shrugged, rolling one shoulder as if it did not matter. it did not; try and she might, erzsébet could not deny her remaining attraction for the captain. he had raped her, he was arrogant, cold. a fool. she did not care for him again but the burn of his eyes could not be denied, and she looked upon him with her interest plain.

"why did you take me upon the beach that day?" she inquired in cool tones, moving into the space that separated them. "you had what you wished with but a word."