The air between you both is suddenly awkward. “Are you sure this is the right place?” It’s the first thing you’ve said since you snapped at each other, and Rhen looks over his shoulder at you. You can’t read his expression, so you have no idea whether he’s mad or you’ve formed a truce. “Yes, my lady.” “Would you stop calling me that?” “It is meant as a mark of respect. When you travel with me, people will assume you are a lady, a servant, or a whore.” His eyebrows go up. “Would you prefer one of the latter?” Now you want to punch him. “Get off the horse, Rhen.” He swings a leg over the horse’s neck and drops to the ground, then turns to offer you his hand. You don’t take it. “Would you offer your hand to a servant or a whore?” He doesn’t move. “You asked a question. I answered it. I meant no insult.” “What about prisoner? What if I tell them you kidnapped me?” Rhen's hand remains extended. “I am their prince. They will likely offer to bind you and lock you in the stables.”