SIX
As the door closed behind the Laird, Shea blew out a breath and closed her eyes, though tension kept her shoulders locked tight. The men who’d lined the perimeter of the courtyard began to filter back inside, all except Diego, who she only noticed when his shadow stretched over her.
He offered his hand and she didn’t hesitate to take it, needing his support to get onto her feet because her legs were still wobbling beneath her.
“What the hell was that?” she asked as he guided her back to the building, his arm around her ribs to keep her upright.
While her heart was still frantic, recovering from the rush of adrenaline, Shea tried to compose herself. The others would be watching, monitoring her response to what had happened.
Diego seemed to understand the impact of what she’d endure
