“You will learn your place,” Blackwood snarled as he dragged her toward the burning barn, his iron grip bruising her arm. She had run 40 miles through blizzard and mountain pass to escape him, had collapsed in the snow at a scarred rancher’s door, had stitched his wounds and mended his torn coat just to earn a few more days of safety. But now the flames were rising, the roof was groaning, and the man who had kissed her with desperate hunger had just vanished into the smoke. Then she saw him burst through the fire — and everything she thought she knew about survival shattered in an instant.
“You will learn your place,” Blackwood snarled as he dragged her toward the burning barn, his iron grip bruising her arm. She had run 40 miles through blizzard and mountain pass to escape him, had collapsed in the snow at a scarred rancher’s door, had stitched his wounds and mended his torn coat just to…
