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said dryly, “tell him.”
    As the guards left, Callie looked up at the black knight who had saved her brother from being taken. His kindness to them was beyond measure.
    It had been on her mind to thank him, but as her gaze darted over his body, she couldn’t speak.
    Indeed, ’twas all she could do not to gape.
    His bare, tawny shoulders were as wide as they had appeared beneath his mail. His body was hard and well defined, the muscles flexing with every breath he took.
    But what held her gaze captive were the numerous deep and angry scars crisscrossing the bare flesh. Helooked as if he had survived untold battles and attacks. The sight wrenched her heart.
    And it was then she saw his bleeding forearms. “You’re hurt.”
    He glanced down at the blood. “So it appears.”
    “Have you someone to tend it?”
    “I have myself.”
    He started back to his room, but Callie followed. “Would you like for me to send in my maid?”
    “Nay,” he said in that emotionless tone as he paused in the doorway and glanced from her to Jamie, then back to her. He gave her a meaningful glare that was no doubt meant to intimidate her into cowering like the others. Though it did send a tremor down her back, she was a long way from cowering. Much like he must have been, she’d been taught to let no man see her fear of him.
    The knight stepped back. “My only wish is to be alone.”
    “But your wounds—”
    “Will heal,” he snapped.
    Och, but the man was insufferable. Fine, then, let him rot.
    Callie turned about, retrieved Jamie from the hallway, and returned to her room.
    But she didn’t stay there. How could she? There was no doubt in her mind where the black knight had gotten his wounds.
    Her sword.
    Of course, he wouldn’t have been hurt had he not stopped her from escaping. Still, he had saved her and Jamie from the others. Whether she liked it or not, she owed him.
    And Callie had never been one to remain indebted to anyone. Gathering her sewing kit and a small bag of herbs from her trunk, she ordered Jamie to stay with Aelfa, then opened the door.
    Determined to owe him no more, she went to face the devil in his own lair. She only hoped he didn’t gobble her up.

Chapter 3
    S in heard the latch on his door rattle. Instinctively, he pulled the dagger from his boot and balanced it between his thumb and forefinger, waiting to see if it needed to fly into the chest of whomever was trespassing.
    The door opened a hair to show him a pert little nose, followed by the profile of an angel. An angel who paused while she stared at the wall opposite him.
    “Sir? Sir Bl…Knight? Are you in here?”
    Sin tucked the knife back into his boot. “Given how this is my room, where else would I be?”
    She still hadn’t looked inside, and she chose to ignore his sarcasm. “Are you decent?”
    Sin snorted. “There are many, milady, who say I haven’t a decent bone in my entire body.”
    “And there are many who say it’s drafty here in the hallway. What I want to know is, are you dressed?”
    “I’m as dressed as I was the last time you saw me,which means you should go back to your room, posthaste.”
    She didn’t. Instead, she opened the door wider and, to his immediate dismay, stepped inside.
    Her gaze scanned the room until she found him, sitting on the bed. And when those light green eyes focused on his bare chest, Sin could swear he felt a riveting shock from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head. His groin drew tight and hot with a need so profound that he actually ached from it.
    What the devil was the matter with him? He wasn’t some callow youth, to swell at the sight of some winsome maid. He had conquered his body and his lust long ago.
    But for some reason, his control slipped every time she came near him. Worse was the knowledge that she could be his. All he had to do was go to Henry and he could have her.
    If he dared such….
    Oblivious to the havoc she caused him, she crossed the floor to stand in front of