How to Lose a Bride in One Night
“If possible, her hands tightened even more against the squabs. Even in the shadows he could detect the whitening of her knuckles.
His hands opened and closed at his sides with suppressed fury. He would like nothing more than to turn around and chase after that bastard who had bled all the color from Anna’s face and left her trembling across from him in the carriage.
He had never seen her like this before. Even with all his churlish and rough ways, she had never once appeared as she did now . . . afraid.
The carriage hit a rut. She reached for the wall to steady herself. “Wh-What do you mean?”
“Damn it, Anna. No more games.”
Her eyes widened. The fear was still there, writ all over her round face, but not for him. Not because of him. She was still back there on that street.
She met his gaze directly. The paleness of her cheeks made her eyes even more prominent, the brown bright as a chestnut mare he’d once had as a lad.
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