Sam grasped her wrists with one hand and yanked her to her feet. His determined gray eyes burned into hers warning her not to move. Light from the rising moon reflected from the surface of a knife and Rebecca stiffened with fear as he aimed several lightning fast slashes at the waistline of her gown. Then placing the blade between his teeth, he yanked the thick outer portion of her heavy skirt free of its bodice, leaving the much thinner underskirts still intact.
As her skirts fell to the ground, a self-satisfied grin spread across his handsome features at her thunderstruck horror. Replacing the knife in a sheath at his side, the brilliant gray eyes crinkled at the corners.
“There,” he said, cocking his head sideways in admiration of his work. “First, a savage, now a beast, and all I am trying to do, woman, is save your life.”