The MacEgan Brothers Series Volume 2 by Michelle Willingham

Author:Michelle Willingham [Willingham, Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781488027031
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-12-15T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Ewan held out his hand, and Honora returned the blade to him, grip first. He introduced her to his brother, and Honora looked as though she wanted to disappear into the wall.

‘Welcome home.’ Patrick clapped him on the back, then turned his attention to Honora. His eyes glinted with amusement. ‘You remind me of Isabel. A time or two, she’s drawn a knife on me as well.’

‘It’s a bad habit of mine,’ Honora confessed, her cheeks flushing. Then she turned back to him. ‘I’m sorry, Ewan. I shouldn’t have done that.’

He gripped her hand, squeezing it tightly. Beneath his breath, he warned, ‘Don’t do it again.’

Honora had simply taken his breath away when he’d seen her. Dressed like one of his kinswomen, the rich cornflower-blue overdress and creamy léine made Honora’s skin the colour of moonlight. The gown hung in soft folds, accentuating her slender waist.

Before she could respond, his brother intervened. ‘Ewan, take Honora and introduce her to the rest of the MacEgans while I find Isabel. We will talk of your trouble at the Welsh coast later.’

Ewan took Honora’s hand and led her into the Great Chamber. All of his kinsmen and family were gathered around, sitting at the long trestle tables while Queen Isabel waited at the dais for her husband the King. There were places for each of his brothers and their wives, but he noticed that his brother Trahern’s place was empty.

Gazing around at the dozens of tables heaped with food, the harpists and bards, Honora paled. ‘I never expected this much.’

‘Kings are expected to give large entertainments.’ Ewan led her to the dais and the chairs waiting for them. Aileen and Connor’s twin boys raced in front of them, nearly causing Honora to stumble. Ewan picked the pair up by their tunics, handing them off to their father.

Connor grimaced and carried a boy under each arm. ‘No sweets for either of you.’

When they reached the dais, Ewan brought Honora to the centre of the table, where they would sit near his brother Patrick. All eyes turned towards her with curiosity, and he heard the low murmur of gossip.

Although Patrick introduced her as an honoured visitor, Ewan knew everyone believed Honora was going to be his bride. For once, he was thankful she didn’t speak the Irish language, for she wouldn’t hear the jests of his kinsmen.

Through their eyes, he saw her loveliness. Brave and strong, she was a woman worth fighting for. A woman any man would want to wed.

It troubled him to realise that he didn’t want to let her go, despite her vow to Ceredys.

When at last they were seated, Honora leaned in, whispering in his ear, ‘I feel like running away. I’ve never seen so many people staring at me.’ The warmth of her breath against his skin caused an involuntary shiver.

‘Then run away with me. Later tonight, as you promised.’ Ewan rested his palm upon her hand beneath the table.

Honora took a long sip of wine, but didn’t smile at his teasing.

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