Doubts entered Zorro's mind almost as soon as he woke the lady. She reached for him, claiming a level of intimacy that was disturbing. He fought his way out of the tavern easily, but the heartache on Victoria's face had cut him to the core.
If the lady was innocent, she needed his help. There was no one else. Taking her to old windmill was simple, defending himself from her seductive words annoying. Insisting that his affections lay elsewhere induced a rage in the woman that was quite irrational. She left in a temper. Instinctively, he knew to protect Victoria.
