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back and not let her get burned. A tear streamed down her face as he held her in place by the throat.
    Without warning, his lips came crashing down onto hers. A small cry escaped from her throat as she felt her lips bruising. When she gasped for air, he slid his tongue into her mouth and increased the intensity of the kiss. Pulling back, he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and nipped it before pulling away.
    He loosened the grip around her neck slightly, but not enough so that she could pull away.
    “ It takes a lot to provoke my temper, but when provoked it is quite wicked, wouldn’t you say?” He growled into her face.
    She couldn’t even think to answer with words. She could only nod her head and look everywhere but at his face - his eyes.
    “ Now you know one of my triggers. Let’s hope for your sake you do not repeat this trigger or find any of my others.”
    With that, he released her neck and got off the bed.
    Katherine remained frozen in place as though he was still holding her captive with his anger.
    “ Henry will be here in 15 minutes with your breakfast. Get dressed.” He ordered her as he stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him.
    True to his word, Henry had arrived fifteen minutes later with a tray of food in his hands. Katherine was still in a state of shock and barely managed to clothe and brush her hair. At first she had simply sat up on the bed, dumbstruck and staring at the door that Salvador had stormed out of, while placing the tips of her fingers gently over her slightly bruised lips from his forced kiss. She would have never thought that she could bring out such anger in him by merely taunting a mistress and a lover in his face, how wrong she had been.
    What kind of man was she to be married to? Although he appeared cold at times, he was for the most part calm in a teasingly manner. She could see the devil in him when he grew mischievous, but this morning she had witnessed that devil come to the surface and rear its ugly head. Katherine shivered and gently stroked her neck where she could still feel his fingers while eying the tray of food in front of her.
    Henry strategically placed himself in the chair beside the door, nodding to the tray to encourage her to eat. Katherine was in all truth completely starved and knew he would not have to waste any more encouragement.
    Once she finished everything on her plate, Henry ordered her a bath. He assured her that he would be just outside of her door “just in case she needed something”, and then left her to soak in the tub.
    A tear slid down her cheek as she recalled the last time she had taken a hot bath, it was the night before her Father died. Since then, she had either bathed in the creek or sponge bathed herself in the cottage. Slowly seeping into the steaming water, she held her head under until she could not stand another second. Leaning her head back on the edge, she let the hot water soak into her muscles. This to her was pure luxury. No diamonds, emeralds, dresses or bobbles could have meant more to her than the simplicity of a hot bath. When the water started to cool, she quickly washed her hair and lathered her body with the lavender scented soap the Inn had provided to her, and then quickly rinsed off.
    When she was dried off and had the towel wrapped around her, she walked back into the room to retrieve the dress that she had left on the chair, only to find it missing. She cursed as she tore apart the room looking for her clothing and then cursed some more when she realized that all of her dresses, including her petticoats and under garments was missing.
    “ Henry!” She bellowed out with rage as she approached the door.
    “ Yes My Lady?” he responded back reluctantly through the closed door.
    Katherine ripped open the door and directed her wrath at the only person who she could see at the time.
    “ Where are my clothes?” She snapped out as he stared at her barely concealed person.
    “ Lady Katherine! You