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The troubled look in her eyes suggested that she didn’t know the answer. When he removed the cloak she’d given him his hand brushed against hers. Her lips parted and he wanted to kneel at her feet, like the goddess she was.

Callum didn’t want her pity. Though his body and voice might be broken, he wouldn’t allow her to believe that he was less than a man. His hands threaded with hers, cold skin merging with warm.

He brought her fingers to his ragged cheeks, absorbing the warmth. A few strands of her golden hair slipped from her veil, resting against her throat. And when he brought her hand to his lips she inhaled a gasp.

He released her instantly, expecting her to pull back in disgust. Instead, her eyes were shining with unshed tears, her fingers remaining upon his face.

‘I won’t forget you,’ she vowed, pulling her cloak around her shoulders. Then she picked up her skirts and disappeared into the night.

In the shadows, Callum caught a movement and turned his head. The Earl was standing there, watching.

And fury burned within his eyes.