Highland Secrets by Donna Fletcher

Author:Donna Fletcher
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Donna Fletcher

Cree and Dawn were already seated at a table in the Great Hall the next morning when Torin entered, rubbing his hands together after tossing his cloak on the bench.

“Getting the lay of the land for Lord Bhric?” Cree asked, having already been made aware that Lord Torin was out sniffing about, asking questions, the young lasses eagerly talking with him. Torin’s brow went up a fraction, unnoticeable to most but not to Cree. He was either impressed or annoyed that Cree knew what he’d been doing.

“Lord Bhric asked me to look over the area and see what is needed,” Torin said about to join them at the table when Tavia entered.

She walked toward him, her father not far behind her. “My apologizes for not being able to meet you yesterday but—”

“You have been hurt,” Torin said and looked past her to Newlin. “Why didn’t you tell me Lord Bhric’s bride had suffered an injury? He will want to know about this immediately.”

Lord Torin’s reaction was what she had feared from her new husband. Her da had been insistent about not informing Lord Bhric of her limp. She had argued strenuously against his decision but in the end he had his way.

Newlin hurried around his daughter, brushing Torin’s concern aside. “It is nothing. Tavia is fine.”

“She limps. She is not fine,” Torin argued. “Lord Bhric needs to be informed about this.”

“And he will be when he arrives,” Newlin said.

Tavia thought to speak up and inform Lord Torin that her limp was not an injury but a permanent affliction. A thought rushed in her head that had her holding her tongue. Lord Torin would send word to her husband, and he could very well decide to dissolve their union. Where would that leave her clan?

Tavia spoke up. “My da is right, Lord Torin. Worry not, I am fine.”

Torin appeared doubtful but he let it be. Bhric would see to it when he arrived, though he wondered what he would think of the petite woman that was now his wife. His friend favored a strong, tall woman, one he did not have to coddle but possessed her own strength. Tavia would barely reach Bhric’s chin, and her pronounced limp made her appear weak.

Newlin was quick to direct the conversation away from his daughter once they were all seated at the table. “Do you really believe this young lass could be a key to the missing people?” he asked, looking to Cree.

“There were no signs of anyone being taken by force. No one heard screams of protest. Your people simply disappeared as if they walked off on their own. A wee lass beckoning to them for help would certainly have them going willingly to her aid,” Cree said.

“I was thinking over this last night,” Torin joined in. “What if the demon takes the shape of a lass?”

His suggestion had Newlin looking to Cree for confirmation. “Have you ever heard of a demon capable of doing that?”

“Demons possess the devil’s power. They can do anything,” Torin said.

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