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“The ass brought you across the sea to me—that wasn’t keeping you safe.”
“Sienna and I teamed up on him. Logan knew he couldn’t lock the both of us into a tower until you found Bockton, so he did an admirable job of keeping the both of us safe in the situation.”
“Hell—Sienna came to?”
“Yes.”
His eyes closed for a breath, his head shaking. “And I saw the Wolf Duke. He was by Logan—and huge Scotsmen behind them.” His eyes opened to her. “Or am I imaging that?”
“No. Reiner was there, and a slew of Scots from Vinehill. My cousin sent them.”
He nodded, his gaze drifting off of her. A second and then his look snapped to her. “My men? Are they—”
“All accounted for. Some injuries, but all survived. You bore the brunt of it.”
“Good. As it should be.”
“No, not as it should be.” She took a deep breath, her chest rising high. “None of this should have happened.”
“All of it needed to happen.” His gaze left her, going to the hideous mauve fabric above him. “Where are we?”
“London. Logan and Sienna wanted us to stay at their townhouse, but I wanted you here and they relented. They both come every day. They should be here in an hour, as it is still early in the day. And Logan has rounded up the best surgeons and physicians in the city to tend to you.”
Roe nodded. “Where is here?”
“My house in London—correction—your house in London.”
“My house in London?”
Her look skewered him. “The one you purchased for me when my husband died.”
His head angled back on the pillow, his eyes on the canopy above. That explained the ugly mauve. He’d purchased the house for her furnished, having only seen the outside of it. He should have taken more care and at least toured the interior. “Sienna told you?”
“Yes.”
His head shook. “I knew I shouldn’t have told her. I should have sworn Logan to secrecy on all of it.” He looked to her. “It is your house, Torrie. Not mine. It’s in your name—yours always.”
“What if I don’t want that?”
“Tor, I don’t have the strength to fight you on this—not now. Maybe in another week. Not now.” He heaved a sigh and it shook his leg, sending shocks of pain into his belly. He ignored it. “What I set into your life, I set there freely, of my own damn will. Take it as that.”
“I still don’t want it.”
“Torrie—”
“I don’t want it.” She leaned over him, her hands going to the pillow on either side of his head. Then she lifted her fingers, and for a long moment, she ran them along his face, scraping through the longer than usual scruff along his jaw line. “Not unless you have it with me.”
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She looked down at him.
At this man that had managed to shift from a hated enemy to become her very world. For all she had held back—for all she could never admit to herself how very much she needed him, wanted him—she could now.
She loved him.
Heart and body and soul and scars.
She loved him.
