Haunted Warrior by Allie Mackay

Author:Allie Mackay [Mackay, Allie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, romance, cookie429, Kat, Extratorrents
ISBN: 0451235487
Publisher: Signet
Published: 2012-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Graeme looked at the cliffs towering above the Sea Wyfe and knew he’d gone too far. Not distance-­wise, but in sharing such confidences with Kendra.

He should not have spoken of the Shadow Wand to her.

He’d been equally foolish to show the depth of his animosity toward Ramsay. Kendra couldn’t begin to understand the danger posed by the bastard.

And he wanted to keep it that way.

There were times when ignorance really was bliss.

This was one of them.

Sliding a glance at Kendra now, he saw that such a shield of innocence might just be possible. She leaned forward with her gaze on the cliffs, her eyes lit with wonder. He knew the look. It was the misty-­eyed, oooh-­this-­is-­the-­land-­of-­my-­ancestors sense of affinity most often seen on the faces of Scotland-­loving Americans whenever they encountered anything even remotely resembling their sentimental ideals of Braveheart or Briga-

doon.

Many of them wore that expression for the entire two-­week duration of their Scotland holiday, telling anyone who’d listen that this is where they belonged. Even those without Scottish roots declared often and enthusiastically that they’d always dreamed of the Highlands.

Heather ran in their veins, they’d swear. Only half-­jokingly, they’d claim that if you cut them, they’d bleed tartan. They were also quick to assert that bottled peat smoke would fly off the shelves in the States, proving irresistible to a public hungry for all things Scottish. Tins of Highland mist would do even better. As for kilts and the famed accent, the comments didn’t bear recalling. Or that every castle, glen, or hill was some tourist’s ancestral home, calling them back to Scotland. The pull, as they called such yearning, gripped them powerfully, giving them no peace until they bought a plane ticket and flew to Glasgow.

When they did, they felt complete.

Graeme stifled a snort of annoyance.

Like his fellow countrymen, he’d heard such proclamations often enough.

Loving Scotland was epidemic and those suffering the ailment were incurable. They also knew countless ways to express their passion. Any moment he expected Kendra to join their ranks, perhaps pressing a hand to her breast or gasping a few oohs and ahs.

Not that she struck him as a hopeless Scotophile on the usual coming-­home pilgrimage.

But she did appreciate Pennard.

He blew out a breath, glad for the cold sea wind in his face.

Kendra’s interest in the spectacular coastline let him hope that she hadn’t paid too much attention to his talk and complaints about Ramsay. Or the dread relic he wished didn’t exist.

He’d spoken as if it was bit of fabled fluff, good for a fireside tale on a cold and dark winter night, but nothing real enough to impact the modern world.

Too bad it wasn’t so.

What mattered was that a strong swell was running and a brisk wind blew from the west. In a few moments, they’d round the thickest bulk of Grath Point, and Kendra would see his seals. The creatures he monitored and protected. Looking out for them gave his many-­yeared existence meaning. And—­he shot another hopefully casual look

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