Her voice said more than the words. He looked at her curiously. “You’re only a girl. What do you know about men of my sort? You have been wrappered and sheltered all your life. And yet you understand me better than any of the people I meet. All my life I have fought with myself. I might have been a gentleman and I’m only a wolf. My appetites and passions, stronger than myself dragged me down. It was Kismet, the destiny ordained for me from my birth.”
“Isn’t there always hope for a man who knows his weaknesses and fights against them?” she asked timidly.
“No, there is not,” came the harsh answer. “Besides, I don’t fight. I yield to mine. Enough of that. It is you we have to consider, not me. You have saved my life, and I have got to pay the debt.”
“I didn’t think who you were,” her honesty compelled her to say.
“That doesn’t matter. You did it. I’m going to take you back to your father and straight as I can.”
Her eyes lit. “Without a ransom?”
“Yes.”
“You pay your debts like a gentleman, sir.”
“I’m not coyote all through.”
She could only ignore the hunger that stared out of his eyes for her. “What about your friends? Will they let me go?”