The Highlander’s Tudor Lass (The Brothers of Wolf Isle) by Heather McCollum

Author:Heather McCollum [McCollum, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: tudor, lass, highlander, marriage, wed, Scotland, warrior, loyalty, queen, Scottish Historical Romance, clans, Wolfe Isle, Children of the Mist, historical romance, English aristocracy, Protector, Forced proximity romance, Accidental marriage romance, Enemies to lovers romance, Opposites attract romance, scottish clan, romance on the highlands, category romance, series romance, heather mccollum, entangled publishing, clan of brothers, Scottish romance, The Brothers of Wole Isle, highland chief, oath, pirate, brawny hero, Scotsman hero, Brothers of Wolf Isle, The Highlanders Tudor Lass
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2022-08-21T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

At least they were headed north.

Callum had tied the horse he’d bought from Seymour to the back of the open carriage, so he rode Rye next to the conveyance that shook and heaved its way along the rocky path, which served as a road through the dense forest. Trees dropped their gold-and-red leaves as birds twittered in conversation. The forest opened a bit, and with the birdsong proving there wasn’t a lurking ambush, he relaxed his vigilance.

“I wonder if birds ever fly into falling leaves as they flutter down,” Dora said, catching a leaf as it dropped above the slow-moving carriage. “Poke their beaks right through it.”

Anna looked up, her slender neck lovely as she tilted her head back. “I imagine with all the leaves in all the world that fall and all the birds, it must happen from time to time.”

Dora chuckled. “Have you ever seen that, Callum? A bird with a leaf stuck on its beak?”

“Nay,” he said, “but now I will be on the lookout for it.”

Grigg didn’t say anything but continued to inspect the ledger he held in his lap.

Callum drew his sgian dubh, caught a leaf, and stuck the point through the leaf. “Like this.”

“Exactly,” Dora said, staring at the dagger with obvious interest.

Callum pulled the leaf off, turned the blade, and held it out toward Dora. “I can teach ye both how to throw the sgian dubh,” Callum said. “For a lady, ’tis your best defense to fight from afar. Ye don’t want an attacker to get close enough to get their arms around ye.”

“We know that already,” Dora said, taking the blade to inspect. “We threw rocks from our windows with the doors locked.”

Good Lord. What had they been through?

Anna’s hand covered Dora’s knee over her skirt.

“Sorry,” Dora murmured and looked to Callum. “I would like to learn to throw this blade well enough to hit my target right in the middle.” She handed it back to him.

Callum balanced the sgian dubh on three fingers. “Ye should know ahead of time how the blade is balanced.” He tipped it back and forth without letting it fall until it evened out. “The handle is heavier than the blade, so ye want that facing forward while the blade starts out facing ye. This is an easy half-spin throw.”

He aimed at a rotted tree ahead and threw the blade easily toward it. Thwap. It lodged in the tree. He pulled another sgian dubh from a sheath tied to his leg. “Would ye like to try?”

“No,” Anna said to Dora and Callum. “Else we will be chasing daggers all day.”

“I’d like to try when we stop,” Dora said.

Callum yanked the blade out of the tree as he rode by. Anna seemed lost in thought, her gaze sliding amongst the trees. “I can teach ye, too, when we stop,” he said to her.

Her face turned to his. “I prefer to throw rocks.”

Like the one she’d pulled from her pocket last eve and threw at him. He rubbed his fingers over his chest where it had hit.

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