Under Loch and Key

by Lana Ferguson

My entire life, I have been told to fear this woman, the one I didn’t know existed until just now—but she certainly doesn’t look like the end of the world as I know it.

“S’not fair that you’re so goddamned beautiful,” he rasps.

“I told you,” he says, his deep brogue heavier and his voice sounding gravelly. “I don’t lose control.” His lips skirt along my throat until he can kiss the sensitive spot beneath my ear. “But you make me fucking want to.”

I remind myself that it wouldn’t be polite to strangle him in public.

“Oh my fucking God.” “Aye,” I chuckle. “Lachlan is just fine.”

You are not who you are because of where you come from; you are who you are because of where you choose to go.”