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better reason to race.
    “Devon.” His name echoed through his mind although her lips didn’t move. At first Devon mistook her tone for quiet submission until he looked into her eyes. They were round and filled with acute shock.
    Fuck . Devon looked down at himself. Naked. God, why did this woman distract him this much? His hands fisted fiercely at his sides as he spun away from her.
    Her loud gasp instantly turned his anger into rage. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. As if what he’d shown her hadn’t been enough, he now went and flashed the worst. He did not want to see the horror on her face. He didn’t want her fucking pity, either. Escape. He had to get away. Furious at her and despising himself, he strode back into the bathroom.
     
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    Sin dashed after him and caught the door before it was slammed in her face. She skidded as her feet hit wet tiles.
    “Go away.”
    Every fiber within her wanted to reach out to him, but his back was so rigid. His face reflecting in the mirror was cruel and tormented. The small cry that had been welling inside her became a fully fledged scream of pain.
    Devon clutched at his head. “Stop it.” Sin realized she was actually screaming inside of herself and fisted her hands. She had to get a grip on herself. Devon fell forward and gripped the basin. His face was twisted in silent agony.
    Sin stared at him, speechless. Tears spilled over the rim of her lashes and fell freely. Every inch of his body was covered in scars. Ugly, swollen criss-crosses ran the length of his back, buttocks, and legs. His front, from the brief view she’d been allowed, had fared no better. His entire torso, stomach, arms, and thighs were marred with cruel lacerations. There were puckered burn wounds. Whip welts. Razor gashes. They were old hurts as she’d guessed, but the pain was fresh. The scars within had never healed. The random patches of smooth, unmarked skin were widely spaced. Sin swallowed thickly. Left unmarred, he would have been a devastatingly gorgeous man. And she still saw that beauty despite the crumpled, abused wrapping covering his body. “My God. Who?” She sought Devon’s eyes in the mirror but only saw the dark top of his head.
    “I told you to leave.”
    “I cannot.” She reached out to touch his stiff back but froze when he flinched before her finger even made contact. Her hands lingered a mere hair’s breadth away uncertainly. It seemed like miles.
    “Go!” His shout made her jump, but her feet remained firmly rooted.
    Sin’s heart lurched at the thought of losing him. Her mind scrambled, tangling her words and accent into clumsy knots. “Let me help ye,” she pleaded. “Doonae shut me out.”
    Devon straightened suddenly. The look in his eyes was murderous. “Don’t you get it? You can’t help me. I don’t want you here.”
    “Doonae say that. Please, Devon. Ye cannae send me away.” Sin gulped as waves of panic and sadness overwhelmed her. She tasted the salt in her tears, but her mouth remained bone dry.
    “Get the fuck out. Out of my house, out of my head, and out of my life.”
    “Nay. I willnae leave ye. Stop saying that.” Sin wailed openly. Ragged sobs made her chest ache, and her body trembled. “Please.”
    “You stop it! Stop fucking with my mind.” Devon turned and charged at her. A whirlwind of rage and fury surrounded him like a dark cloak. He screamed in her face. “I. Don’t. Want. You. Here. How many fucking times must I tell you that? Get out!”
    Sin cringed at the maliciousness in his features and tone. She couldn’t leave him. He needed her as much as she needed him. “Nay!” She raged against his rejection.
    Devon squeezed his eyes shut and covered his ears wildly. His fingers curled and yanked at his wet hair savagely. “Get the fuck out of my head.” Sin stepped back as his eyes suddenly flew open. Molten silver swirled in the depths. He looked like a demon intent on raising hell and mayhem. And then he said the one word she could