Marian was only angered further by the insulted inference of her not having a life anymore. Wasn't it bad enough that she had to crawl for them there? He'd taken her house, and willfully imprisoned her and her father in the fingers of the Sheriff.

The look he fixed her with and the words, angry and sharp and only going to one specific day in her life, only caused her eyes to narrow. Her want to sharply hit him curbed in her nails against her palm and the tightening of her jaw.

He'd blackmailed her. He'd been willing to let her father die. He'd lied about the king returning. He'd threatened her at the altar of God and their future. He was her ruin and still her jailer.

And her brain wasn't working apparently, because it came out sharper and more honest than she ever meant, "You never once gave me a choice."