The Devil's Good Intentions by Kari Miller Page B

couldn’t fault him for that.
    As for his own judgment of his character, she would see for herself what others really thought of him and how he actually treated them, but for now she would accept his words. If indeed he was true to his word, then she could easily see herself respecting and admiring him. He was a domineering alpha male at its finest, which she could learn to tolerate if he did not abuse his power. It actually made her feel safer and reassured her that he would not allow failure to seep into their lives like her father had. She did miss her freedom of the cabin, but she would not miss having to scrounge for food and having to cut enough wood to keep her warm during the winter. She was growing weaker from lack of food and activity; she knew it and feared that she wouldn’t have the strength to cut enough wood to last her through the upcoming winter, more or less any illness that would fall on her because of it. Her demon’s screamed at her to loath the situation he forced upon her, but in all truth, women were passed off to husbands on a regular basis and never once experienced the type of freedom that she had. It was that experience that shaped her into the woman she is now. She saw the world for what it was. She appreciated everything life had to offer her and never took anything for granted. She saw the ton for what it was and refused to be as hypocritical as them. She felt an incredible sympathy for those less fortunate than her because she too was in that category of less fortunate. Now, Salvador had swooped in and probably saved her life, offered her the world, demanded that she remain as she is but exercise a caution of obedience and introduced her to pleasures not of this world. Instead of being grateful, appreciative and thankful towards him, she acted the complete opposite and fought him every step of the way. If he teased her, she took it personally and lashed out at him. When he purchased new clothes for her, she called him names acting like a spoiled brat. When he made her feel desire, she slapped him. This was not the Katherine that she had been just a few nights before.
    Oddly enough, she didn’t have much to say. Again her demons were forbidding her to apologize for her most recent behaviour, but she really couldn’t think of anything else to add to the conversation at this time. She grinned at the thought that this lack of words was a first for her.
    She sighed outwardly, knowing that he was waiting patiently for her to say something and knew she had to get on with it.
    “ I understand everything that you have said and even admit to agreeing with everything, including the part that you are hard to live with…” She gently teased, to show him that she was not on the defence.
    She felt his chest shaking against her back as he silently chuckled.
    “ Just as you are learning to deal with new emotions, I need you to understand that I too am dealing with new emotions as well and will slip up every once in a while.”
    “ Fair enough” He responded with light humour in his tone.
    “ I admit that I have acted as an ungrateful child since the moment we met and I assure you that is not my normal character. That is an apology by the way…” She added on with a grin on her face.
    He only replied with another chuckle and kissed the back of her head.
    “ I do not take kindly to being threatened and have never backed down from a fight. I saw you as a threat and rather than thinking through the entire picture, I chose to view the situation through a narrow window and reacted in such. Don’t get me wrong, I feel you could have handled things differently and have been an arrogant ass at times, but I would like to think that your actions were a result of mine and not a normal occurrence.”
    “ Such actions as?” He asked.
    “ Fetching the priest and waiting not two minutes before we were to be wed to inform me. That was low. For all you know, I may have always dreamed of a beautiful wedding in a