Passion and Plaid by Karin Anya

Author:Karin, Anya [Karin, Anya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical romance, highland romance, eighteenth century fiction, scotsman romance, scottish romance, scottish historical romance, scottish historical, Historical Fantasy, highlander story, scotland historical romance, highlander romance
Published: 2013-06-25T04:00:00+00:00

Twelve

Mornay’s Cleft

August 18, Early Evening

Having finished her tour of the estate’s grounds, and having found nothing of much interest except for a number of very securely locked and guarded gates, all made of the most sinister wrought iron she’d ever seen, Kenna made her way back to her quarters for a time, then had a small lunch.

As Rollo had suggested, she thumbed through a few books before getting by equal measures quite restless and quite nervous. She ached for Gavin and to see his beautiful eyes and feel his arms around her, holding her tight and safe.

Not right now though I’ll see him soon, though the way I feel right now, nothing would be soon enough. I’ll be back with my Gavin. But for right now, I have work to do.

Gathering the notes she’d scribbled and the rough map of the estate she’d drawn during her walk, Kenna compared the map of the inside of the house to the outside. As far as she could tell, every single way in or out of the property was barred and protected by an iron gate. Two guards were stationed at each.

Why would this place be so closely watched? After all, it’s only a mayor’s house. This isn’t some great cache of treasures. Unless one’s kept underneath and Willard is actually a dragon in a black long coat, but somehow I doubt that.

She clicked the end of her pencil against her teeth. She poured a glass of water from the pitcher that Rollo kept bringing and filling, and wondered at what point she’d simply burst from all the water she’d sucked down.

What is this, Kenna? What are you doing? Exasperated, she dropped the pencil on the inside fold of her notebook, pushed back from the table and ran her hands through her hair, scratching her head and then shaking it out.

Kenna stood, swallowed the last of her water, and went to the door.

Not a soul walked the halls. No servants, no Rollo, not even a mouse. Left, then right, she looked, searching for any sign of life in the darkened hallways. A gentle breeze struck her from the open window and blew her skirt gently around her ankles, sending a chill creeping up the back of her leg. Some kind of distant sound – maybe a door shutting, but very faintly and very far away – caught her attention for a moment before she forgot all about it and lost herself in strange, possibly dangerous thoughts.

She looked back and forth one more time.

And then she ran.

Clutching the notebook against her chest, Kenna ran down the hallway as fast as she could, retracing the steps she went through when she joined Rollo for breakfast earlier in the day, but instead of following the curve of the stairs toward the kitchen, she hopped over the bannister and made for the front door.

Holding her breath, Kenna grabbed the knob and twisted it, but when the door remained closed fast, she slammed her shoulder into it twice and then remembered to check the lock.

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