Layla groaned, laying her head against his shoulder as her heart worked on calming. Taking a deep breath she looked up at him, clear blue eyes searching. "Would a terrible person care about such a thing?" She asked. "Would a terrible person climb in a bed that is too small for him just to make sure I was warm when they have their own, more suitable one? Would a terrible person catch fish in the dead of Frostdrift to accommodate me because I don't eat pork?" She demanded.
"No, a terrible person would have left me starving and cold and probably chained to the bed to make sure I did not escape. A terrible person would be trying to take advantage of this opportunity." She poked him in the chest with every question. "I am no naive woman and I have seen many years in this life., Baeron, and I have met many terrible people. You, despite wanting to sacrifice me, are not one. Or not one entirely."
