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the bed.
    “What are you doing here?” he asked sharply.
    She took his words in stride. “I’m here to tend the wounds I caused.”
    Sin fingered the makeshift bandage on his left arm. It was far from a perfect wrap, but it would suffice.
    Besides, the last thing he needed was for her to come any closer to him than she already was.
    “Then you have no fear, milady. You weren’t the cause of my wounds.”
    She frowned. “You didn’t get them when you disarmed me?”
    “Aye, but it wasn’t your actions that caused them so much as my own.”
    She waved his words away with her hand as she set a dark brown leather bag and a small basket on the bed beside him next to the piece of white linen he had been using for bandages.
    “You are arguing just for the sake of it, and I shan’t listen anymore. Now stop your fussing and let me see about those wounds before they fester and rot your arms off.”
    Sin stared at her incredulously. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had dismissed him so flippantly, but he was relatively sure he must have been in swaddling when it happened.
    She reached for his right arm. He quickly moved it out of her grasp.
    “Why would you care whether or not my arms rotted off?” he asked as she again tried to capture his arm. “I should think you would be wishing for it as opposed to trying to prevent it.”
    She paused and gave him a peeved glare because he wouldn’t hold still. “Because you saved Jamie.”
    “And you think you owe me?”
    “Aye.”
    He snorted again. The foolishness women could get into their heads. Still, it was the first time in his life anyone had ever wanted to tend a wound of his.
    He found it strangely comforting, and that thought made him angry.
    He didn’t need comfort. Ever.
    He shot to his feet and sought to put some distance between them.
    She pursued him across the room like a herding lioness.
    “My lady, if you had any idea who and what I was, you’d know better than to be alone with me in my room.”
    Her eyes fluttered to his face and for the first time he saw a bit of trepidation. Then she reached again for his arm.
    Sin groaned as he realized she wouldn’t leave him alone until he submitted to her treatments. Fine, then, the sooner she wrapped his arm, the sooner he could return to peace.
    Ever a reluctant patient, he made a grand showing of stretching his right arm out to her.
    Thank you was evident in her eyes as she gingerly pressed her fingertips to the wound.
    “I do know who you are,” she said softly as she examined the cut. “Aelfa told me all about you.”
    “And what did she say?”
    To his dismay, she held his fist in one hand while the long, graceful fingers of her right hand glided over his hot skin with a soothing coolness that seemed to reach far deeper than just his flesh. Worse, it sent a rush of heat straight to his groin, which burned and throbbed with need.
    Sin held his breath as strange and foreign sensations swept through his entire body. No one had ever touched him so gently. So kindly.
    But the most terrifying of all was the sudden need he felt to reach out, cup her head in his hands, and pull her lips to his own.
    By the very saints, what was wrong with him?
    All he could do was stare at her like some besotted ape as he struggled to keep his breathing even and normal.
    She bent her head ever so slightly down as she studied the cut. “This one is not so deep, but it still needs a poultice if it’s to heal without festering.” Her long, tapered fingers continued to brand his skin with unfamiliar kindness. “This burn scar looks fairly new. Is it from battle?”
    Sin shook his head, but didn’t elaborate. There was no need to go into the events that had caused that particular injury.
    Besides, it was all he could do just to stand there calmly and not pull her into his arms as an image of her lying beneath him tore through his mind.
    She turned to head back to his bed, where she had left her accoutrements.
    He stared