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weight off his wife He was pinning her down against the cold, hard

floor without even a blanket to warm her His hands shook as he

pushed hiot off her and sat back

“What’s wrong, Beck?” She sounded soft and vulnerable

She didn’t just sound vulnerable, Beck told himself sternly She

was vulnerable

“Beck?” He heard the uncertainty in her voice as he shoved his

hands through his hair and desperately atteet himself under

control

“Everything is fine, Meg,” he ed He took a deep breath and

banished his own needs to the Hell plane “Why don’t you go to bed?

You can sleep with Cian”

She got to her knees The look on her face quickly turned to

indignation Her hands fisted in the fabric of the shirt she was