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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