Royce’s chamber had no windows, but she could see light seeping in through the arrow slit and she groaned, rolling over in the large bed and snuggling up against his large, warm body. He put a hand on her hip in response and kissed her neck. The hand on her hip sent a shockwave of pain lancing through her and she flinched. He didn’t seem to notice, and pulled her against him, cushioning her head on his chest. “I’d best get up soon, wench. There’s a lot to do today – the men need training. We’ve got to keep on our guard for when Baron Rutledge counter-attacks and tries to take Northcliffe back.” His arms tightened around her. “Much as I’d love to spend all day in bed with you, I’d best get out.” He pressed a kiss on her forehead and rolled out of bed. She propped up on her side and watched him dress. There were more scars on his back, one a long gouge down his shoulder and crossing down his back toward one firm, muscled buttock. Leah blushed when she realized she was staring at his ass.
