Still possessively holding her daughter the woman took a few steps toward the door, but Arrin aimed the rifle at the child. “Meara stays with me.”

It was another despicable act he’d never be able to forgive himself for, but he had to make sure the woman wouldn’t come back with another weapon, or perhaps even her husband. And speaking of a husband… “Where’s your husband?”

“Daddy’s gone forever,” Meara said before her mother could answer.

She flashed an exasperated glance at her daughter.

“What does she mean?” Arrin asked.

“My husband died recently. It’s just the two of us now. I’ll fetch your things.” She set Meara in the chair and kissed her on the cheek. “Stay right there and be a...

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