Eliz-a-beth.
Even so, he had been patient, teaching her the ways of the people and letting her come to trust him. Night after night, he had lain awake listening to her soft breathing with the blood running hot in his veins. His desire for this Englishwoman was great, but he knew she must come to him of her own will.
The night they had watched the gray vixen and her cubs, all was changed. Eliz-a-beth had come into his arms. He had seen the longing for him in her eyes, eyes the color of a stormy sea. He had wanted her as badly as he had ever wanted anything in his life, wanted to carry her to his sleeping platform and share the joys of the mat with her.
Cain dove again, swimming with powerful thrusts of his legs to the bottom of the sea. A school of fish swam around him, moving with infinite grace. A larger shadow, perhaps a skate, hovered close to the sand. Cain swam until it felt as though his lungs were bursting, then at last he broke the surface and sucked in great mouthfuls of air.
âI have waited long for you, Eliz-a-beth,â he shouted above the crash of the surf. âNow I have made you my wife, and I will wait no longer!â
Chapter 8
âE liz-a-beth.â Cain crouched to enter the wigwam a short time later. âWe must talk.â
She raised her head and stared at him. âYes. We must.â She swung her feet off the edge of her sleeping platform and sat up; her eyes were swollen and red with weeping, and her hair was plaited in one untidy braid that hung over her left shoulder.
Cain smiled as he thought how beautiful she was. âYou look like a sleepy child.â
âStop it! Donât try to charm me. What you did was wrong. Donât you realize that?â Her eyes darkened with anger. âYou canât force me to become your wife.â
Cain took a few steps toward her and she stiffened. Immediately, he crouched down. âBe it wrong to love you, Eliz-a-beth?â
âYes, if it makes you hold me prisoner and try to trick me into marriage.â She rose to her feet. âIâm not an animal, Cain. You canât trap me and hold me against my will.â
His voice deepened. âYou were promised to me in a vision. I took you from the sea.â
âIt was your visionânot mine!â She drew in a shuddering breath. âYou treat your grandmother with honor, but what about me?â
Cain winced at her harsh words. âYou do not understand. I would never forceââ
âYouâre forcing me now! Iâm English, canât you get that through your thick head?â Angry tears gathered in the corners of her eyes and she blinked them away. âIâm not an Indian, and you arenât English.â
âCocumtha was born white, but she became one of the true people.â
âIf she is the real Virginia Dare, she was a baby when she went to live with the Indians. She never knew any other life. I have! Donât you understand? â
He swallowed, struggling for composure. This wasnât the way it was supposed to be. They were wed. Eliz-a-beth was supposed to throw herself into his arms, to let him touch her in the ways of a man and woman, to touch him. âYou would have me take you to Jamestown so you might join with another man?â
âYou must. If you hold me here, I will hate you for the rest of my life.â
Cainâs vision blurred as he turned away and left the wigwam. His stride lengthened, and he broke into a run, inhaling deep breaths as his feet flew over the hard-packed sand at the oceanâs edge.
She is mine! I cannot give her up! He continued to run, staring with unseeing eyes at the beach ahead of him. Sweat beaded on his forehead and chest; the sinews in his powerful legs ached with the strain.
Tawny sandpipers fluttered up in alarm as the man raced past them, and gulls screamed and wheeled over his head. He ran on, welcoming the pain of tired muscles, glad for anything that would
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