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“My husband is here to take me home, Duque Tomas.” Tonia spoke slowly and precisely. “We are leaving. I will not be meeting my grandparents or marrying you.”
A growl emanated from deep within the large Duque. He turned his gaze sharply to Lorina, but Tonia could see the pain reflected in his eyes. He seemed to be searching for something, but couldn’t quite find it.
“No.” He groaned, stood up, and began pacing in front of the large window. “I understand now why you want to leave. I didn’t fight my father on this venture, because I assumed you would be unattached to your husband due to the nature of the arrangement.” He gestured to her stomach and Tonia blushed. “You are obviously attached to this man, therefore my stance on the matter is completely opposite what it was originally. The problem is that my father won’t allow it.”
“He can’t force you to take me. I would never truly be your wife.”
“You do not know my father.”
Tonia shuddered and sank back into the chaise lounge. A cloud of defeat was settling over her. Tears pooled in her blue eyes and poured down her olive toned cheeks. There was no way out. Tomas had said without saying that his father would find a way to force the issue. He had most likely tried to kill Byron once. What was to stop him from trying again... and succeeding?
She glanced up at Tomas and saw compassion. He nodded, intuitively knowing the conclusion her mind had foreseen.