"Raven felt a stirring in her mind. Mikhail was heavy with sleep, fighting his way up through the layers to the surface. Now she was worried. Mikhail was a question mark in her mind. She didn't know what he would do, only that he felt protective toward her. For herself, for Mikhail, for Jacob, she needed to make Jacob understand that she wanted no part of him. , she sent a sharp reassurance. "Jacob." She used a firm schoolmarm tone. "I think you should leave and go back to the inn. I'm not the kind of woman to be bullied by your attitude. This is harassment, and I"ll have no compunction about registering a complaint with the local police, or whatever they're called." She held her breath. Deep inside her mind, she could feel Mikhail. Still like a predator. "Fine, Raven, sell yourself to the highest bidder like some whore. Try to find yourself a rich husband. He'll use you and dump you, that's what men like Dubrinsky do! The two of you deserve one another. And don't come crying to me when he leaves you pregnant and alone." Jacob shouted. He spat out a few additional ugly words and stomped away. Raven let out her breath slowly, thankfully. --she forced laughter into her thoughts-- "