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staring at her with fury and she let go of him, edging her way back on the sand.
    ‘You weren’t responding. I thought if you closed your eyes, you wouldn’t wake again.’ But her face was on fire now and she regretted her actions. Worse, she’d never seen him this angry before.
    ‘Don’t ever kiss me again,’ he warned.
    ‘I’m sorry.’ She hadn’t expected him to react so strongly. ‘It was just a way of getting your attention, to make you open your eyes.’
    ‘The next time you need my attention, use your fist. Not your mouth.’ He grimaced, easing up to a seated position near the fire. ‘Styr is my friend and your husband. You would do well to remember it.’
    ‘I haven’t forgotten.’ But her face was burning with humiliation. She hurried to finish building the fire, wishing she’d never done anything. ‘It was meaningless, Ragnar. Truly.’
    But nothing she said would dispel the anger and frustration in his eyes. She hadn’t truly considered the consequences and his violent response unnerved her.
    ‘It will never, ever happen again,’ she swore.
    ‘See that you keep that vow.’ His voice was cold, almost cruel.
    Elena backed away, wishing there were words enough to apologise for what she’d done. Why couldn’t he understand that it was only an impulse, one intended to awaken him? Instead, he acted as if she’d tried to seduce him.
    The forbidden thought of this man claiming her swirled inside her. Of his mouth opening against hers, taking her down against the sand.
    She closed her eyes against the dark heat that poured over her. No, she would never fall under such a spell of madness.
    Finally, Ragnar said, ‘We’ll need food and shelter. Go and look around at the terrain. But stay nearby, in case you have need of me.’
    Elena didn’t point out that his injuries would prevent him from defending them. Instead, she welcomed the chance to leave, to escape her embarrassment and make herself useful. She hurried from the shore, shielding her eyes against the sun as she searched for a way to make shelter.
    She crossed over the rise of a hill and saw a wide oak tree with many branches. The leaves might shelter them from the rain, but there was still too much exposure from the wind. Her mind turned over the problem while she gathered as many fallen branches as she could find. She began to organise the branches by length and width, laying them out in neat stacks.
    Some were tall enough to make a lean-to shelter, but nothing larger than that. She was grateful that it would only be temporary, for it would force her to sleep close beside Ragnar once again.
    The bitter taste of shame lingered, for she’d made such a foolish mistake, thinking the kiss would pull him back from losing consciousness. She winced to remember it.
    If it had been Styr, he would have kissed her back, taking command of the embrace. Ragnar’s mouth had been cool, his lips firm. And though the kiss had meant nothing, her body had unknowingly responded to him. She took a slow, deep breath, ignoring the sensitivity of her breasts against the linen shift. Styr was the only man who had ever touched her. The only man who ever would.
    But their lovemaking had grown stagnant, a duty they had both endured for the sake of conceiving a child. Sometimes her thoughts drifted away and she found herself going through the motions. Lying with Styr had been pleasurable and she hadn’t minded it. But as of late, her thoughts had been so focused upon whether or not his seed would take root within her, she’d forgotten to enjoy it.
    Finally, she’d asked him to stop trying. The bitter memory burned inside her, for she’d allowed her festering grief to transform into anger. She didn’t want her husband to share her bed any more, for every time he lay with her, she was reminded of her failures as a wife.
    Elena stopped sorting the wood, her eyes blurring with tears before she forced them back. She was stronger than this. She had to be. Sooner or