“If we married, she demanded that I agree to certain rules.” “Rules?” He didn’t answer, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes. Spoke of pain and anger and a wound that went deeper than any of his scars. Rules. Oh, no. She reached for her shift. “Surely you don’t mean—” “Husband and wife by night only. No lights. No kissing. Once she bore me an heir, we would never share a bed again.”
