She had not thought her answer through – she had not thought any of it through. The mistress and the elders of the clan wanted her to get close to Killian and report back on anything they might use against him. But so far, Megan had seen only a man determined to be a good laird and master over his domain. A man of faith, who wanted to do what was right. It was a stark contrast to the man she had seen in the great hall the night before, gripped by a madness and anger, such that he would hold his sword to the throat of a mere child like Freddy.
