page_182 < previous page page_182 next page > Page 182 He didn't move. "I thought you'd be good for Ian, help him feel again. But I was wrong, and I don't like bein' wrong." "What do you want from me?" They all wanted something of hersomething she did not understand. He considered this. "I want you to leave Ian be." Frustrated, she threw up her hands. "Make up your mind, for God's sake. First, you ask me to take him to my bed, then you want me to leave him be. 'Tis no wonder I'm confused." He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. "Well, you've managed to confuse the hell out of him. I just wanted you to make him see there can be other women. What I don't want is for Ian to be hurt again." Hurt? Kolyn's mind reeled back to Blair's death, the woman dying in the streets like a beggar. She had feared this man's wrath to the point of fearing for her son. Kolyn had witnessed Ian's anger that day, pushing him to the point of killing. This same man crippled Emmett, and killed Malcolm, Gilles, and her father. She almost laughed at Geoffrey's compassion. "Your devotion is admirable, but the man is quite capable of taking care of his own affairs. I'll not speak of this again." Kolyn twisted free of his hold and stepped past him. She wanted to be left alone and went directly to her attic room. It was just a  < previous page page_182 next page >