“Of course.” He picked up the key from the ground, where she must have dropped it during the struggle, and helped her inside. The little room was cozy, with a bed large enough for two, a fireplace, and a small table for two with wingback chairs. Quinn helped her to the nearest chair and tucked her in with one of the blankets from the end of the bed.
“Wait here. I’ll lock the door behind me.” He bent, feathered a kiss upon her brow, and left their room. The click of the lock reassured her and she touched her aching cheek. A dull headache began to pound against her temples.
I’m not going to cry. She bit her lip and curled her arms around her waist, hugging herself to stop from shivering.
I’m not going to cry.This was not her idea of a wonderful wedding night.
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