by Sandra Davies
"Is that an order?"
Crudely pretending I'd suggested something I'd no intention of allowing. "Carthusian, it's a priory."
"So it's nuns?"
"No, it's monks."
"How does a priory differ from a monastery?"
"I just thought it’d be a good place to..."
I changed my mind. I had thought it the ideal setting for a proposal but he was no longer the man I wanted to marry. I tried to dodge his suddenly encircling arm, his lips close to my ear.
"It’s what I've always wanted, Grace, to mount you," flicker of a knife, "on my wall."
Author bio: Sandra Davies usually writes romances, but at other times blames the company she keeps. Currently she blogs most regularly at http://100dayendings.blogspot.co.uk/, with illustrations.