She didn't appreciate his tone. How many times was she going to have to remind him that she wasn't a child nor a helpless weakling who couldn't take care of herself? She resented the implication that she was incapable of maneuvering through their perilous world without his guidance. He'd been her teacher once, yes, but no longer. Years passed since he last had the authority to command her to do as he wished. She made certain before she allowed him to touch her on their wedding night that he wouldn't be in charge of her. They would be partners or she'd slit his throat while he slept. In her mind, nothing had changed about their arrangement even if seemingly everything else in their world was different.