The weight of his gaze sat heavy on her, but she did her best to ignore it as she groomed herself, focusing instead on maintaining the appearance of being unbothered. At his reply she couldn’t help letting out a small snort of a laugh. “Finally catching on?” It was easy to ride the wave of amusement at his continued confusion at her participating in the fight, but she still felt the jab to her ego as he again brought to her attention how miserably her plan had failed. Still, she’d die before she allowed him the satisfaction of admitting that this had in fact been a botched escape attempt.
Her name was enough to finally get her to stop and look at him. She studied his face as he asked her what she was doing, judging and weighing what exactly to say to him. “I already told you, I thought it would be nice to get away for the honeymoon.” She answered with a shug, turning away to look back out over the water. It wasn’t a believable excuse, but she needed to know more about him before she could pick the best angle to approach this from.
