Redeeming-Love-By-Francine-Rivers

R E D E E M I N G L O V E
“Michael, I’m sorry. I swear it wasn’t my fault. I tried to tell you what she
was—”
“Get out of my sight, Paul. Go home and stay there.” And he did.
Michael almost didn’t come and get her back after that. She deserved
whatever she got. She went looking for it, didn’t she? He wept. He cursed
her. He had loved her, and she betrayed him. She might as well have stuck a
knife in his guts and twisted it.
But at night, in the dark, he remembered those first days when she had
been so sick and he had been given a glimpse of her soul. She had said a lot
in her delirium, drawing pictures of the wretchedness of her life. Did she
even know any better? He remembered Paul’s reaction to her, and her own
anger. He had seen her hurt, though she had denied it fiercely. He had to go
and get her back. She was his wife.
Until death do us part.
He prepared himself for anything on the way to Pair-a-Dice, but when he
walked into that room and saw for himself what she was doing, he had
almost lost all reason. If he hadn’t seen her eyes or heard the way she said
his name, he would have killed them both. But he had seen and heard it—
for one brief, unguarded instant he’d known what she really felt. Relief.
Relief so profound it stopped him cold.
But it didn’t mean the instinctive rage at her betrayal wasn’t still there,
bubbling just below the surface.
Michael shuddered and drew back from her. “Come on,” he said tightly.
“We’re going home.” He took her hand and started back through the woods.
Angel wanted to resist but was afraid. What was he going to do to her
now? In this mood, could he be as brutal as Duke? “Why did you come for
me?”
“You’re my wife.”
“I left the ring on the table! I didn’t steal it.”
“That didn’t change a thing. We’re still married.”
“You could’ve just forgotten about it.”
He stopped and glared at her. “It’s a lifetime commitment in my book,
lady. It’s not an arrangement you nullify when things get a little tough to
bear.”
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