Feathery lashes graced smooth cheeks silvered in the
moonlight. Patrick feasted on the sight like a starving man. His chest
tightened for lack of air. This wouldn't do. He tore his gaze away. An ardent
fondness for the lass would bring naught but trouble.
Though she belonged to him, it would be best to maintain a
distance. He couldn’t afford becoming attached. Not with the false betrothal
hanging over his head. But damn, he desired the lass with every breath.
Arriving at the castle side of the small bay, he jumped into
the shallow water. The boat scraped along the bottom when pulled onto the
beach. Still, she didn’t stir.
Patrick lifted the woman, held on tight, and strode across
the shingle to the castle. Entering through the main gate, he made haste to the
wheel stair. The tight space required caution to ensure the woman’s head didn’t
bang against rough stone.
In the great hall, he found his cousin with Elspeth seated
before the fire. His sister leapt from her chair and ran to him. “Stephen told
me what happened in Fir-wood.” Her gaze slid over the woman in his arms, and
her eyes widened. “Did you hurt her?”
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