In the dim light of the hold, her pupils had widened to holes of darkness in the ice of her eyes.<br/><br/>"If you call me a tigress, be prepared for me to behave as one," she warned flatly as she glared up at him. There was no disguising what she'd been up to, not that she would have tried to - the dark wood of the deck was scarred and scratched from the scraping of the chains as she'd tensed and loosened, and around each wrist and each ankle was a slender bracelet of red flesh, skin worn through with her attempts to pull out a weakness in her bindings.