Highlander's Sacrifice: A Scottish Medieval Historical Romance by Alisa Adams

Author:Alisa Adams [Adams, Alisa]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-09-22T16:00:00+00:00

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A few minutes later, Merith was beginning to wonder if her newfound confidence had been folly twice-over. Firstly, in the fact that it was short-lived; secondly, in that such assertiveness had gotten her into a situation beyond her skill.

Not a week ago, Merith had been trying on dresses with her sister. Kathleen had been unable to decide if pink or blue had looked better with Merith's skin tone, throwing layers of silk and pretty, fine linen across her shoulders and holding them to her pinched cheeks. Several months of separation had caused the two of them to regress, to become children again. Kathleen had brushed and styled Merith's hair, they had talked for hours into the night and the two of them had only to crook their fingers to see anything they desired brought to their side. Kathleen had rung a silver bell when she was thirsty, eager for a cup of mulled wine. Merith had been hungry and been tempted by small baked treats that the MacDonald's cook was particularly famous for. Everything had been a means of luxury, refinement, and the seeing to each singular, unimportant desire being fulfilled.

Now, her world had become very different.

Possessing only a single dress, torn and mud-stained, Merith was crouched in the dirt, no longer concerned for further damage to the fabric. With smears already caked into the weave and the skirt no longer hanging properly on her frame, what did it matter if the fresh soil beneath her knees marked the peachy tones to dull grunge? While her dress was not fit to be seen in a scullery, her hair was even worse. Merith did not need something reflective to know that the locks of her hair were more out than they were in, only a few tendrils still holding in place where they had been tied. Any sudden movements had pieces of straw falling from the strands and, at one point, the horse had sniffed at her wondering if she were coated in hay. Having worn the same clothes for over two days and being unable to bathe, Merith was sweaty in certain areas and her skin was dry and ashy in others. Her hands felt horrid, her face tired, and her shoulders stiff and painful.

And yet, all of this paled in comparison to the insanity of what she was doing.

Merith took long and slow breaths as she held a weapon for the first time in her life. The hunting knife, taken from the sheath at Finn's hip, was silver in the blade but now started to show the shine of reddish hues. She had been told to see it glow scarlet in the heat and she was concentrating carefully, holding the piece in the flames of their fire as directed. She felt the fine hairs on her wrists seem to singe from the heat and her palms slick against the hilt of the knife, but she kept herself focused.

After all that he had done for her, it was finally time for Merith to do something that could help Finn.

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