Anne tilted her head and looked at him. Really? she thought. He was still on that? Anne would be the first to admit that she had not always been a good person. She'd deliberately led Henry on in hopes of him marrying her (even though if had been up to her, she would surrendered totally before she did but her father and uncle had other ideas) and she hadn't been a virgin when they'd first come together. Oddly enough in all the crazy accusations he'd made to get out of this marriage, he never accused her of the one thing she was truly guilty of. Most likely because he didn't want anyone to know that he hadn't noticed it or that he had noticed it and deliberately kept it from everyone.
"I'm not being put to death here at all," she reminded him. "because wherever we are is not England and you are not king." Anne tossed her head. There was nothing she loved more than taunting Henry and there had been a time when he had loved it just as much. "In the home you woke up in you'll find a note from a man, it tells you that this place is Lincoln River. I've gathered that it's not in Europe and as I'm sure you've noticed, it is not our time either."