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calling Sonya his. The curse, or whatever it was that caused people around him to die, would prevent there ever being a future between them.
    “Ah, these storms can be vicious,” the woman said. “Ye lost both the horses?”
    Broc gave a single nod. “I’d like to get my wife out of these wet clothes and a warm meal in our bellies.”
    “That I can do for ye. Ye have coin?”
    “I do.”
    The woman rolled her eyes. “I’ll be seein’ it before ye get the room.”
    Broc glared at the innkeeper. The lines that bracketed her face told a story her lips never would. She had seen hard times and lived through them. Now she ran the inn with an iron fist.
    “Follow me to the chamber and you’ll have your coin,” Broc said.
    The woman drummed her pudgy fingers on the counter. “All right. But I warn ye, if ye try anythin’, Colin’ll be waitin’ for ye.”
    Broc glanced over his shoulder to find a burly man standing partially hidden by the shadows in a corner. Broc didn’t spare Colin another look as he followed the innkeeper up the stairs.
    She stopped at the last door on the right. “I assumed ye’d want some privacy.”
    “You assumed correctly.”
    Her dark eyes narrowed. “Ye’re nobility, aren’t ye?”
    “Nay.”
    “Nay reason to lie to me,” she said as she opened the door and walked into the chamber. “I not be carin’ what you are.”
    But Broc knew she would care if she realized what kind of monster she had allowed into her inn.
    Broc strode into the room and to the bed. Gently, he laid Sonya down and reached for the bag of coins in the satchel. He gave her more than needed.
    “I’ll have the food sent up directly,” the innkeeper murmured as she tucked the coins between her enormous breasts. She smiled, showing a missing tooth on the left side of her mouth. “Anythin’ else, milord?”
    Broc looked at Sonya’s hand. “Bandages.”
    When the door shut behind the woman, Broc began to build a fire. Once that was done, he went to Sonya and inspected the wound.
    He was going to have to open the wound again so the infection could be drained. He was thankful she was unconscious so he wouldn’t cause her more pain.
    Broc lengthened one claw and quickly cut open her injury. Sonya moaned and tried to turn away. Broc held her arm still and turned her hand so the pus could drain.
    A knock sounded a moment before the door opened and the innkeeper walked in with a tray of food. She set it on the table near the hearth and dusted off her hands.
    “Ye need to get yer wife out of those wet clothes.”
    Broc swallowed, his gaze landing on the swell of Sonya’s breast. “Aye.”
    “I’ll help.”
    “Thank you,” Broc said as he rose to his feet. “What is your name?”
    The woman smiled. “Jean.”
    Broc let her take charge in removing Sonya’s gown. The material ripped easily beneath Broc’s hands no matter how careful he was.
    “Yer wife took quite a tumble.”
    “Sonya is strong. She’ll heal.”
    Jean’s brows rose at his words. “No’ by the look of her wound. It looks to be infected.”
    “It is.”
    “Lift your woman’s shoulders,” Jean directed as she pulled Sonya’s gown and chemise over her head.
    Broc tried not to stare at Sonya’s alluring body. Many nights he had dreamed of holding her in his arms, of drinking in the sight of her naked flesh, of the feel of her warm skin against his. He dreamed of hearing her sighs of pleasure as he sank into her body.
    All the blood rushed to his cock while his gaze feasted on her full breasts and pink nipples pebbled against the cool air. Nestled between her legs was a triangle of red curls just begging for his touch. It was more difficult than Broc realized to release Sonya as he laid her against the linens.
    Jean tossed the clothes to the floor, where they made a squishy thud before she spread out the cloak to dry. “Eat, milord. I’ll remove her shoes and stockings.”
    When Broc hesitated, Jean shooed him away with her hands.