. Sean stood at the edge of the bed, glaring down at her. Th

ewart," he hissed. "Don't you

whispered. "I

clear you think my home is a prison. You've made it clear you'

on't. I don't want to run a

to run away with him. What kind of woman runs

xplain herself. The bed creaked, and something cold and

aid. "Don't you dare look away

is features were twisted with rage, and his eyes flashed with an

n his voice. "You think I'll spare Marco if you claim

stammered

at?" Se

" she said. "M

e. He climbed off the bed and barked an order into his ph

uscular. The thought of his body sent a strange, hot shiver running thro

he door, and Catherine s

," Sean

d bald, he looked like many of Sean's bodyguards. Catheri

unishment for the man who ab

, sir," the b

u," Sean snapped, t

she said. "I don't care

rless, "Oh, you don't care? Well th

d but said, "Well,

really didn't care. After all, Marco had

tewart," Sean said. "You'd really

my lover,"

to me," S

wall. The precious vase crashed to the floor and shattered into thousand

castrate him, sir?"

confused bodyguard standing next to the door. After he rushed

With a quiet sigh, she began to sweep up the small shards. Catherine listened to her w

an said. "The pieces are too small, and they're caught in th

atherine said. "Wait

Mrs. Blair,"

e said. "I thought I'

r. Blair is in such a rage—I haven't seen him like t

her eyes. She'd had bruises like that before. Over the years, Marco hadn't left a single inch of her body unbruised o

anding her a tissue. "It'll be alright

Catherine said, wiping the

hy?" Sus

d," Cather

let herself hope. The day she ran away from Sean Blair with M

Marco had taken her in his arms and whispered that everything would be okay. How hopefully she imagined their life

ecame stinging pinches and then harsh blows, and the gentle, flattering words turned to nasty insults and demands. Whe

ven a second chance. When the maid called her "Mrs. Blair," a shiver of hope had run through h

n her eyes. Sean was just as cruel and violent as Marco. Perhaps all me

rce-minded woman. You've made a terrible mistake, yes, but sitting here and blubbering

tton on the bedside table. The small microphone

e said. "I want