The Highwayman (Victorian Rebels, #1)

by Kerrigan Byrne

“And what will ye call me?” he asked. “Friend,” she said instantly,

“Dear friend…” Her little hand pressed against his hunched back and patted it consolingly. “I shan’t let you starve again, I promise.”

bounce back into place. “I was thinking,” he said some time later as she paused for a drowsy yawn. “Since ye doona have any family to love anymore, ye could love me…”

“Of course I’ll love you, Dougan Mackenzie,” she said easily. “Who else is going to?”

Dougan learned much about himself in those two blissful years with his fairy. Namely that when he loved, he did it nothing short of absolutely. Obsessively, even.

“Ye canna marry anyone else, Fairy. You belong to me. Only me.”

“Scruples are a dangerous thing for men like you to have. If I can’t trust your greed, then I can’t trust anything about you. And if I can’t trust you, your life is worthless to me.” McTavish snatched the note to his chest. “Right ye are, Blackwell, I’ll be thanking ye for yer generosity, then, and be on my way.”