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“Rhona doesn’t like surprises. You could have played this a lot smarter.” “If you don’t stop insinuating that I’m stupid,” Key says with an icy tone, “then I’m going to punch you.” “Is that right?” I can’t help the smirk that forms on my mouth. Now that I’ve met her, I can’t say that I’m all that scared of her, despite my father’s warnings. “I’d like to see that.” I poke at her arm. “These wee things could do damage, you think?”
“Fuck,” I mutter, trying to sit up. “Can you just—” I press the heel of my hand to my forehead, trying to will the throbbing there away. “Can you stop screaming?” One glance at Keyanna MacKay tells me this was the wrong thing to say. “Are you fucking kidding me?” She throws up her hands just to let them plop to her sides, still gaping at me with wide eyes and an open mouth. “You’re the Loch Ness Monster?”
She looks excited, damn her. Why does she look so bloody excited? Can’t she be properly terrified of me? I’m a monster, for fuck’s sake. Not a fucking puppy.
“A few,” he tells me. “It’s hard to hide when you’re so…big.” And he really is big. I shake my head back and forth. Stop that. Just because he isn’t being a total dick to you doesn’t mean you should start appreciating how hot he is. I sneak a glance to my left, eyeing the way his neat beard highlights the sharpness of his jaw. The way it makes his mouth look soft and full and— Stop. It.
“My da used to say s’better to have loved and lost than to have not loved at all,” Lachlan says. Brodie frowns. “I think Tennyson said that, mate.” “You’re kidding.” Lachlan’s mouth parts. “That auld stoater had me thinking he was a bloody poet!”
“Since when did you start being the positive one?” “Don’t know what you mean,” he answers indignantly. “I’ll have you know I’ve always been revered for my sunny personality.”
I’m still lapping at her gently when she says, “Oh my fucking God.” “Aye,” I chuckle. “Lachlan is just fine.” She smacks my shoulder, but it’s a weak move. “Pervert.”
Finlay chuckles again, giving me a wry look. “Time to spare away from my granddaughter, you mean?” My eyes go wide, my lips parting in surprise at his blatant callout. “Don’t look so shocked, lad,” he says. “You think my Rhonnie keeps secrets from me?” “S’pose she wouldn’t,” I mumble. Finlay takes his hammer again, tapping at one of the posts as he eyes me. “Now tell me,” he starts. “Are ye jerkin’ me granddaughter around?” “I…No. Of course not,” I splutter, shocked by the sudden hardness in Finlay’s gaze. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the man frown when he wasn’t crying. I shake my head. “I—”
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Remember my curse, O child of MacKay. Remember it, and know that those who gave us suffering now suffer in turn. In my years with Tavish living as a mortal woman, I have come to learn what it is to forgive, but forgiveness cannot be granted from me. Such is the power of words, such is the nature of my curse. For while I can never be a daughter of MacKay, one day one such lass shall walk this world, hold my magic, and be given a chance to forgive. Only should she take it, will my curse be no more.
There is another hour or so yet until sundown—plenty of time to stand outside her bedroom door and beg her to hear me out. And if that doesn’t work, I think, then I’ll just repeat it tomorrow, and the next day, and every day after until there are no more days left for me.
I notice she’s very carefully averting her gaze, and that’s when it dawns on me. My da is completely naked. I shrug out of my jacket, holding it out to him as he blusters a bit, wrapping it around his waist. “Thought I felt a chill,” he chuckles.
Rhona’s mouth forms a thin line, cocking a brow at Lachlan. “If I knew you’d be stealing my only granddaughter only a couple of months after I got her, I might have chased you off the property much sooner.” “I’m open to discussion regarding visitation rights,” he deadpans. Rhona rolls her eyes. “Don’t be an arse, boy. It doesn’t suit you.”
