Northstar Vale loom

Damn the girl!

Shame and anger bubbled up in him. He did not want to think of that poor whelp! He did not want to imagine what he had done to her- damning her to that life with the worst man Arsenio had ever known. It was horrible, but if he allowed himself to think on it then he knew it would consume him.

I did what I had to do. I did what I had to do to get my wife out of that horrible place. If it was not her then it would have been you and I would not allow it. I could not allow him to-

Arsenio stared at Tamar. His heart thumped wickedly in his chest. He shook his head, unable to tell her that he would have done anything to protect her from Ramesses. He would have died with his teeth clenched around the Pharaoh’s throat, if he knew it would keep her safe.

Damn the girl… I would do it again. This time he lifted his head defiantly. I would give ten- twenty girls… for you. If they will not accept it, then they do not have to.