"Baroness," James muttered, still in disbelief the woman before him could accuse him of such a thing when she was the one to walk here on her own two feet to seduce him.
Why would she go to such lengths to have him killed all because he did not want to sleep with her? Why was he being punished for having enough morals not to sleep with a married woman?
"If I were to run out and cry to the other servants, they would call the town guards to have you dragged out. What a pretty sight that would be to watch you plead your case, but you know something, James? No one will ever believe you," Katrina wiped away the tears she easily forced out.
"You are just a butler. Your life means nothing compared to mine, a baroness. That is why you have to climb up the social ladder like I have and I will continue to do so with your help. I won't go crying to anyone about what you have-"
