Chapter 29After a brisk argument with Ethan, who pressed to accompany me, I settled on the porch of the big house after dark to keep watch. In order to overpower my mate’s resolve, I’d had to bluntly tell him he’d be more of a hindrance than help in case of trouble. Although the hurt I’d inflicted hung right on his face, he acknowledged his weakness from the gunshot wound and backed away from his demand.
Turning from the discomfort of our argument, I reasoned Landreth wouldn’t be able to contain his hate much longer. I was wrong. Sometime past the witching hour, I gave up and locked myself in the house to get some rest, opting for the bear rug before the hearth rather than my sleeping room. My Henry shared my sleeping space.
Sore muscles and bruised flesh delayed the onset of sleep, but
