She looked up at him, deadpan. "Am I jealous of my kidnapper's intended? No, Sir. It is still my intention to find my way out of here and get back home."

He placated her with some cooing sounds and resumed stroking her hair.

"Sir, I don't want to be your broodmare," Clara finally said.

"I would never make you carry a baby against your will, pet. Brooke doesn't understand that you're not from here. She assumes if you're fertile and indentured, breeding is your purpose."

"That's disgusting," Clara said. She wasn't entirely sure what she was feeling at that moment, but the reassurance from Ian was comforting.

"My world has...