Highland Burn by Victoria Zak

Author:Victoria Zak [Victoria Zak]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Dragon, Dragon Shifter, Dragon Shifters, Dragons, Highlander, Historical Paranormal Romance, Historical Romance, Love Story, Medieval Romance, Medievel Romance, Paranormal Romance, Romace, Scotland, Scotland Highlands, Scots, Scottish Highland, Scottish Medieval Romance, Shifters, Warrior, Warriors, Highland, Highland Warriors, Highlanders, Highlands, Romance, Scotland Highland, Scottish, Scottish Highlander, Scottish Highlands
ISBN: 9781500606930
Goodreads: 22713172
Publisher: Victoria Zak
Published: 2014-07-18T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

If you can’t take the heat, don’t tickle the dragon. ~ Anonymous

“Och lass.” James tightened his muscles and sucked in a deep breath. “Touch me like that again and I'll have ye on your back quicker than I can draw my sword.” He arched a brow. Even though he didn’t want a wife he still very much desired the auburn-haired lass. The last two days had proven to him that he indeed liked Abigale's company and it didn’t help that his dragon was relentless with his needs as well. He made himself known by stirring inside James’s body, insisting to be around Abigale.

“Ye mean like this.” Abigale blushed as she skimmed her fingers across his ribs teasing him as she unwrapped his bandages.

James squirmed in reaction to Abigale’s tickling assault. “Aye, bel ange." If only his men could see him now chuckling like a wee lad, they would jest him relentlessly. Truth be told he craved her touch a little more than he had the right to.

“My father speaks French, though I never learned. It’s a beautiful language.” She smiled. “He would call me his bel Abigale when he would come visit me at the nunnery. I cherished his visits especially not knowing when he would call again.”

James noticed how Abigale’s mood seemed to sadden when she talked about her father. He put his finger under her chin and lifted her head up so he could stare into her deep blue eyes. “Pas aussi belle que vous.” James smiled. Indeed, not as beautiful as ye, James thought. “My father sent me, my younger brother, and mother to live in Paris when I was nine years old. He wanted our family safe and far away from the English.” James huffed in annoyance. “Bloody Sassenach made my father surrender Castle Douglas and in return they let me, Archie and my mother leave unharmed.”

“What happened to yer father?”

“My father was left to rot at the Tower of London. They called it a traitor’s death.” Hatred lingered on his every word.

“I’m so sorry, James,” Abigale consoled him.

“Aye, me too.” He changed the subject quickly, for bringing up that part of his past was no good. He already felt his dragon growling. “I can assure ye Abigale, if yer da could have he would have come to see ye more.”

“Would have, could have, doesnae matter anymore. He had the chance to make it up to me and well—“

“He married ye off to the Bogeyman.” James saw it in her eyes; she too did not want this marriage.

“I dinnae mean it that way. I’m happy here.” She looked up from the bandage and smiled.

Abigale unwrapped the last bandage. “Hmmm.” Her brows furrowed as she felt around the wound, examining it.

“What?”

“James, yer wound is healed,” Abigale informed him.

He’d forgotten about his healing abilities. No wonder she looked shocked and confused. “Well, that’s because I had an excellent nurse."

“But, the severity of yer wound—“

“Abigale, ye healed me.” His tone was firm.

Knowing better than to push James, Abigale changed the subject.

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