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His father had been a good laird, but it had been more than fifteen years since a Kincaid had inhabited Dunverlockie. “But remember, the name I’m goin’ by is Murray.”
It was unusual to see plaids these days—particularly those with a tartan pattern. It had been over a decade since they had been outlawed.
It required muscles and strength that he hadn’t yet regained since his injury, and he breathed his relief when the corridor opened up at the top of the stairs.
I appreciate the realistic thoughts.
Twas nothin’. Just a matter of curiosity.”
Gives me anxiety that he didn’t tell her the truth
men were skilled at creating heroes out of themselves and their causes. Soldiers on opposite ends of a battlefield from one another were inspired by the belief that they each fought for right.
“Cowardice masquerades as bravery while it can—while it is certain of victory. When failure looms, though; when a person’s power begins to slip away—that is the true test. And when Angus faces such failure, he will no longer be able to hide what he truly is.”
“Mrs. MacKinnon, ye ken ye can ask me for anythin’.” She smiled ruefully. “Do you mean that?” His eyes narrowed slightly before he responded. “Aye.” She took a deep breath and released it slowly. “Will you marry me?”
💕
Whatever vows Gordon MacKinnon had made upon their marriage, he had certainly broken them. Her skepticism was not an insult to him but rather a manifestation of the character of her late husband. He had to remind himself of that.
I want Dunverlockie, aye. But I mean ta make ye happy, too.”
💕 so sweet
she let out a frustrated breath. “Just be gentle with her, please.” Emotion rose in Lachlan’s throat as the weight of the opportunity and responsibility before him settled on his shoulders and heart. “Ye have my word, Miss Innes.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll take care of yer sister.” She held his gaze, and the seconds stretched on in silence. “I believe you.”
🥰 I love it.
“Do you always take it as a compliment when your skills as a grown man are pitted against those of twelve-year-old boys?”
🤣
her. It was comforting to know that the man beside her not only understood what she felt but knew how to bear it better than she.
“The same Crown I spent the last sixteen years servin’?
Should have stopped here.
The more time she spent with Lachlan, the more evident it was to her that, while the soul behind his dark eyes and scarred face was gentler than one might at first assume, there was a determination about him that would make him a formidable foe.
Some explanation was warranted, and only for a moment did she try to think up an alternative to the real one. No more prevaricating. No more avoiding the truth.
🙏🏻
He meant it. She could see it in his eyes. He would treasure the thing she had been on the verge of using as fuel for the fire in the grate—something full of deficiencies and blemishes. He looked at it with the same appreciative gaze he looked at her with. They saw things so differently.
I love that she wasn’t being self deprecating but really didn’t think much of her attempt. And even better that knowing he did makes her appreciate this quality in him. 💕
“I ken, Christina. And I tried ta tell meself there was a difference—that the small touches between us were no’ what ye meant when ye said ye didna wish ta be intimate. But…but that’s just it. Ta me, ‘tis all the same.”
😭
“Which means that it doesna matter that the father of the child in yer belly is Gordon MacKinnon. In the eyes of the law, the child will be mine—and the heir ta Dunverlockie.”
But… wouldn’t this child have been the heir anyway? I thought the castle only went to Christina if there wasn’t a child.
Ye’ll teach the bairn what ye’ve kend since ye were a bairn yerself: ‘tis no’ blood which makes kin, but loyalty.
“How much have you gathered?” “What?” Elizabeth shrugged a shoulder. “You have been wool-gathering for most of the ride. I was merely wondering whether you needed any help carrying the copious amounts of wool you have managed to gather by now.”
🤭
Glenna was in danger, and Lachlan was expecting Christina to help keep her safe. That was where her focus needed to be right now.
Christina’s eyes flitted to Mr. Kemp. She didn’t particularly want to have this conversation here.
Oh Glenna. 🫣
She shook her head and moved to open the door herself.
Feel like she would have done more good informing everyone and rousing an army of people to act.
“Sir!” called Mr. Fleming. “Ye canna….” But Lachlan paid him no heed, hastening into the water as fast as the waves would allow then diving into one that built and crested before him.
Oh I dunno. Seems reckless and foolhardy. He’ll be exhausted and outnumbered. Better to quickly get a group to ride to the docks and take the law aboard the ship, I think.
“Whatever the past, I will always need you most in the present.”
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