Fiona's grip tightens, her arm going rigid, strength fuelled by adrenaline.

She turns and looks into his face. He's seen the look in her eyes before, in the eyes of men fighting for their life against him in the ring. Pain and rage and fear.

"You said, 'All night.'"

He's a man of his word. Of all the things she knows about him (he doesn't love her), she knows, he's a man of his word.

Maria makes a strangled noise, trying to get air into her lungs, and only Ramon's insistence makes her break her grip.