Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Three

She smiled at him completely oblivious to the dark anger in his eyes,

‘Non, Mère, je n’aimerais pas me joindre à vous. Je ne pense pas qu’il soit approprié de boire du thé avec la salope sans cœur qui a kidnappé ma fiancée, l’a ligotée et droguée, puis a menacé de la faire violer et vendre aux enchères. Cela couvre à peu près tout ce que vous avez fait cet après-midi, n’est-ce pas ?’ [No Mother I would not like to join you. I do not think it is appropriate to drink tea with the heartless bitch that kidnapped my fiancée, tied her up and drugged her then threatened to have her raped and sold at auction. That pretty much covers everything you did this afternoon, doesn’t it?]

He snarled and saw her pale and look away refusing to meet his furious gaze,

‘Je n’ai aucune idée de ce dont tu parles Caleb.’ [I have no idea what you are talking about Caleb.]

She lifted her chin defiantly and he snapped back at her,

‘Vous avez vingt-quatre heures pour quitter mon Château, vous tous. Peu m’importe