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Chapter Eighteen
Thorn threw open the door to his cabin. He gasped, as though he could not breathe.
He barely noticed as Holly came running from the inn's kitchen. ''Is she all right?"
"II think so." He shoved his fingers through his hair. "She tried to talk to me, and now she's asleep."
"I will check on her." The tow-haired woman edged past Thorn into his house.
He leaned against the cool stone wall, attempting to compose himself. Mariah's wounds were bad. She had lost much blood, and she was very weak.
He slammed the heel of his hand against the stones, allowing the pain to wash over him. That was pain he could understand, not this gnawing at his heart.
It was guilt again, of course. He had once more allowed a woman to suffer for his ineptitude.
He did not care for her. He did not dare.
But he still wished for her to live.
Holly, René and he had cleaned her wounds and bandaged them. Now it was up to Mariah to heal.

 
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