““He must have heard her incorrectly. Because there was no possible way that she could be that brash, that foolish and insane and idealistic and brave. “Have you lost your senses completely?” His words rose into a shout, a riot of rage and fear that rushed through him so fast he could hardly think. “He’ll kill you! He will kill you if he finds out.” She took a step toward him, that spectacular dress glinting like a thousand stars. “He won’t find out.” “It’s only a matter of time,” he gritted out. “He has spies who are watching everything.” “And you’d rather I kill innocent men?” “Those men are traitors to the crown!” “Traitors!” She barked a laugh. “Traitors. For refusing to grovel before a conqueror? For sheltering escaped slaves trying to get home? For daring to believe in a world that’s better than this gods-forsaken place?” She shook her head, some of her hair escaping. “I will not be his butcher.””
