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“No,” Finn said as he slid the wooden bolt into place, locking the door. “No, no, no.”
“Are you all right?” Liam took my face in his hands.
The feel of his fingers against my skin brought heat back into my body, cracking through the strange numbness of fear. “I’m fine. You shouldn’t worry about me.”
“He touched you.” Finn paced the length of the room. “That chivving, slitching, cact of a letching―”
“I said I’m fine.” I stepped away from Liam. “That was nowhere near the worst I’ve gotten from foul men.”
Finn stopped pacing and sank down onto the only bed in the room. The things Liam had abandoned in the woods lay on top of the blankets.
“I don’t know if Regan will be willing to take a no from me.” I pulled the sheet tighter around my chest. “If she’s really so eager to kill the so
