Marco opened the back door. Killian slid inside still holding her and settled her across his lap instead of letting her sit on the seat. His arms locked around her immediately—one around her waist, the other across her thighs—holding her tight against his chest. The door shut with a solid click. The engine rumbled to life. Marco took the front passenger seat and said nothing the entire drive. The right-hand man had seen a lot over the years, but even he kept his eyes forward now, giving them the silence they needed.The SUV picked its way slowly along the rough forest track. Rain lashed the windows in sheets. Killian stared down at the top of her head, feeling the faint warmth of her breath against his collar. Her body still shook under his coat, but the tremors were slower now, exhaustion winning out. He kept one hand on the back of her head, fingers threaded gently through her damp hair, holding her exactly where she belonged. Against him. In his arms. Where she had alway
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