Kindle Notes & Highlights
No one relished the downfall of a wayward woman like a group of wealthy old men.
Since then, a fierce battle raged within Alastair each day: to stay and endure this half-life or leave to no life at all. He always remained. Never would he abandon his laird, not when he needed him so much. But plague take it, this choice was difficult to bear.
Isla put her hands on her hips and glared. “Listen carefully, laird. I welcome friends who stand beside me or protect my back. But friends who stand in front of me in a misguided attempt to protect my maidenly eyes and ears will get a firm kick up the arse. I am a Sutherland. I know the twists and turns of court, and the worst impulses of men. I’ve heard the jests, and the threats. What do you think was said when my fall at St. Andrews revealed I was a lass? Do you think they cheered and said well done, Isla?” Alastair sent his laird a stern look. “Tell us.” Callum rubbed a hand across his
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The laird did so, muttering darkly the entire time, and continuing on as Alastair sectioned her hair into three parts. “Isla needs it pulled tight, Alastair.” “I am pulling it tight.” “Tighter. Like a rope, not a drunken caterpillar climbing her head.” “Any more advice,” growled Alastair, “and you’ll be taking a swim in the River Forth.” “Even swimming I could braid better,” said Callum, rolling his eyes.
“Aye. Callum is, too. Woe betide anyone who threatens my men.” “I love you,” he said rawly. “I have loved Callum my whole life. To have one great love is a blessing beyond all…but two? A family of my own? I cannot think to deserve such happiness.”
