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Logan rounded the hedge and nearly ran straight into Rowan.

Logan scrambled backward. “How—?” she started, before breaking off, her lips pinching closed, because of course he knew his way about the maze. It was his maze.

His castle.

His world.

Her eyes burned. Her throat ached. She’d struggled for so many years—struggled to provide and be a strong mother—and now it was all being taken from her. Her independence. Her control. Her future.

She didn’t want anything to do with him and yet here he was, blocking her path, filling the space between the hedges, tall and broad, so very strong…

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“You’ve trapped me,” she whispered, her eyes bright with tears she wouldn’t let spill because, God help her, she had to have an ounce of pride. “You’ve trapped me and you know it, so don’t taunt me…don’t. It’s not fair.”

With a rough oath, he reached for her, pulling her against him, his body impossibly hard and impossibly warm as he shaped her to him. She shivered in protest. Or at least that was what she told herself when dizzying heat raced through her and the blood hummed in her veins, making her skin prickle and tingle and setting her nerves on fire, every one dancing in anticipation.

Her head tipped back and she stared up into his eyes, searching the green-gold for a hint of weakness, a hint of softness. There was none.