"You are as bad as the rest of these Saxons, you heartless bitch," he growled.
Sierra shook her head. He was no different than most men. Their pride dangled between their legs. "Nay, you men are all the same, believing that a woman's heavenly duty is to serve you night and day, suffer the pangs of labor, raise your bairn, plow the fields, make your bread, and then hike up our skirts and say give me some more, sir."
"You seduced me!" he shouted.
"Did I once give you cause to think any emotion was attached to it?" she countered. "Did I fill your head with flowery promises like you would have given me and never kept?" she demanded.