"Then make sure to let the door hit you on the ass on your way out. You're mine. You don't get a fucking say in doing anything. Your choice, Dorcas, but you're wasting my time."

"If—" She left it hanging, and he waited.

Minutes passed, and he was more and more interested in what she was thinking or feeling. Dorcas wasn't an easy woman to read.

If you can't handle something, will you call it off? I mean if I'm frightened and I do not care for what is about to be done. Will you get me to go on ...