Paula Quinn - Children Of The Mist - 1 by Ravished by a Highlander

Author:Ravished by a Highlander [Highlander, Ravished by a]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-06-04T14:24:55.851000+00:00

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question. “Robert and Finn told me of Lady Claire. I am curious to meet her.”

“Aye, sweeting,” Maggie spared her a glance that was both kind and shrewd together as they entered the castle. “I’m sure ye are.”

Davina had never been inside a castle before. She’d seen many drawings of their glorious grand halls and stone stairways in her books, but walking into Camlochlin felt like stepping back through time and into a dream. She looked around, turning a full circle in order to take in the full size of everything around her, from the two-foot-thick doors riveted in wrought iron, to the cavernous corridors lit by candelabras and carved iron wall sconces. There were many people hurrying about, each one looking at her, many of them smiling.

While Maggie led her toward the stairs, issuing requests to this person or that about their guests’ needs, Davina’s eyes were fastened on the great tapestries lending warmth to the halls. She’d never seen such workmanship and felt ashamed of her own needlework skills.

“I’ll put ye in Mairi’s chambers fer now, until we get another cleaned.”

Davina barely heard Maggie, but nodded. She would sleep on the floor without complaint if there were no other chambers available. She inhaled, trying to place the oddly pleasant scent lacing the air. It smelled like the hills, only richer, smokier. Whatever it was, she loved it and everything else about Camlochlin. It was Rob, menacing and formidable, until one gained entrance into its warm, sheltering core. She didn’t think anything could affect her more than Rob’s home, until she stepped into Mairi’s room. It wasn’t the painted walls or the rich dark furnishings that made her emotions spring up hot and heavy, but the lesser comforts, like the delicate brass comb set beside other feminine trinkets on a small table by Mairi’s bed, the dried sprigs of heather arranged in a painted clay vase on another table by the window. Even the twin swords crossed above an alcoved hearth bore testimony to something Davina never had. A father who loved and indulged her.

She swiped a tear from her eye when Maggie touched her hand. The smaller woman did not question her, but simply took her hand and patted it.

“Do ye like rabbit? To eat?” Maggie clarified when Davina blinked at her. The question was so out of the blue that Davina blurted out the truth before she could stop herself. “N…

no.” She cringed, hoping she hadn’t just insulted her host on a meal she was preparing. “What I mean is… I prefer not eating meat… but I would be happy to share anything….” Her words trailed off and she couldn’t help but smile at the woman grinning back at her.

Chapter Twenty-one

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