Page 82 of Rebellion

She sent him a weak salute.

“Brat,” he grumbled as he left the room.

How had this happened? Why had he come back into her room? She needed to ask him that when he returned.

Sofia let out a small groan as she went over the last thirty minutes.

He’d seen her panicking.

In pain.

Heck, he’d seen her naked!

A great job she’d done keeping all of her pain and worries to herself. Of presenting a strong front.

It was so hard to act tough with Colm, though, when all her body wanted her to do was curl up in his lap and give him everything.

All the fear and the pain and the anger.

That’s what he’d offered her tonight and she’d taken it.

Greedy.

It was going to hurt her more in the long run, though. It tasted so sweet and she’d always had a sweet tooth.

Maybe she should put some clothes on. Her back felt better and Miller had left some on the end of the bed for her.

Perhaps she could reach them without having to move far. With a small whimper, she slid over.

Come on, a bit farther . . .

Sofia closed her eyes against the pain that rippled through her back.

This was dumb. Shit.

Could she move back?

But she was so close to grabbing them.

Then the blankets slipped away, freeing one breast, so she definitely had to do something.

Forward or back?

And that was the moment the door opened and Colm stepped back in.

Of. Fucking. Course.

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Colm stepped into the bedroom with Miller’s heating pad, some painkillers, a bottle of water, and one of his shirts.

Because he thought it’d best that she put something on... all that creamy skin on display was too much for him to ignore.

But he didn’t want her wearing the stuff Miller had left for her. Nope. He had some sort of caveman instinct telling him she had to be dressed in his clothes.

Probably some way of claiming her or something.

Whatever it was, he’d decided not to ignore it.

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