Jetta felt him stiffen, and tipped her head to eye him with curiosity. “What?” “Are ye mocking me, lass?” he growled, spearing her with his eyes. “Mocking you?” she asked with confusion. “I ken I am no’ a handsome man,” Aulay said grimly. “I was at one time, but no’ anymore, no’ since the battle where Ewan was killed and where I gained the scar on me face.”
