Christine could feel her heart race as he moved closer, wondering if he was going to punish her as well. She didn't care, as long as the girl got to rest. Raising her chin, she met his eyes fearlessly.<br/><br/>"I just do not think it is right to punish someone for something that was not their fault. That man..."<br/><br/>She gestured with her shoulder toward Marcus.<br/><br/>"Purposely spilled his wine on her. He should be whipped...not her."<br/><br/>Her arms were still bound as she spoke, but her ample chest heaved as her dark auburn curls framed her face.