Lachlan (Immortal Highlander Book 1): A Scottish Time Travel Romance by Hazel Hunter

Author:Hazel Hunter [Hunter, Hazel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Allure Press
Published: 2017-09-01T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

EVANDER WAITED UNTIL nightfall before he left the stronghold for the mainland. Once away from the clan he no longer had to feign indifference to the other men’s sly looks and half-muttered remarks.

She’s spent the night in his bed.

’Tis why he kept her at the castle, I knew it.

You’ve seen his rod. Och, wee thing will want a month to recover.

Talorc must have shouted with joy to see the little wench warming Lachlan’s blankets.

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes Evander would have dismissed it as idle gossip. But burned in his memory lay the image of Kinley Chandler, her hair mussed and her lips swollen, whisker burn patching her long, lying throat, perched on Lachlan’s bed as if it were her new throne.

And the way she’d smiled at him.

So Lachlan had finally facked the little hoor. Why did it stick in his craw like a jagged fishbone? Hadn’t he predicted as much after Lachlan had brought her to Dun Aran? She’d likely plotted worming her way into the laird’s tartan trousers from the moment she’d interfered in their battle with the undead.

Three messages of warning Evander had already sent to the druids, all unanswered still. That the magic folk seemed supremely unconcerned about Kinley Chandler only piled more knotwood on his anger’s pyre. It was plague enough that the haughty, unnatural wench had spent weeks strutting about dressed as a man, meddled in clan affairs, and seduced the wits from every careless fool who cast an eye on her. Now she had set her cap on the laird. By month’s end she’d be calling herself queen of the McDonnels or some other such nonsense.

Walking into the loch, Evander thought of a remote brook on the mainland, and felt the light swallow him as the water bubbled around him. Then everything blurred as he gave himself over to the bond of magic that made his body go liquid. Moving through water usually made him feel better, but what he suffered was not a physical injury. The loch could not repair the damage done to him this time.

Once he emerged from the brook, Evander walked without noticing where he went, crossing pastures and croplands as he wandered, in search of some haven where he might fume in peace. When his legs stopped he found himself standing outside Fiona Marphee’s cottage. He had no business here, not with bitterness swelling hot and sour in his gullet. He needed to leave his mistress be tonight, and find a brothel, where he might release his darker demons.

The door opened, and Fiona smiled up at him. “Milord, I didnae hear you.”

She did not listen for him. Lachlan remained deaf to his warnings. Not even the facking druids paid him heed. Did he have no voice? Were his words unclear?

Evander bent down, flinging Fiona over his shoulder as he came in and slammed shut the door. He carried her into her little bed chamber, where he tossed her on the coverlet and stood over her, his hands clenched to keep from touching her again.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.