Highland Moon #1 (BBW Scottish Werewolf / Shifter Romance) by Mac Flynn

Author:Mac Flynn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-12-15T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 4

Bean Lyel led me from the kitchen and across the great dining hall into the entrance. To our right was the front doors that led to the courtyard, and to our left was a wide stone staircase that led to the higher floors. The top of the stairs ended in a landing that ran along the wall in front of us and disappeared into the depths of the castle. Another hall traveled straight in front of the stairs and into the west wing. The passage along the balcony faced the north.

Bean Lyel handed me the linen and turned to the stairs. "Follow me."

My stoic guide directed me up the stairs and to the west wing. I paused and glanced down the balcony to the north. Memories of the tales of the young laird came to mind, and I had the sinful desire to search the north wing to find what truths lay in the stories.

"Girl," Bean Lyel scolded me from ten yards down the western hall.

"Coming," I replied as I hurriedly followed.

I caught up to Bean Lyel, but she didn't press on. She stood against one of the walls, and her eyes flickered between the northern hall and me.

"You're not to go into the north wing without my husband or myself accompanying you. Do you understand?" she questioned me.

I lowered my eyes and bowed my head. "I do."

"Good. Now don't let me catch you wasting time again," she warned me.

"Yes, Bean Lyel," I replied.

Bean Lyel guided me down the passage into the depths of the large castle. There were large wooden doors on either side of us that led into the rooms. At the end of the hall was a large window that garnered a rear view of the castle and the hill on which it had been built.

The silence between us was deafening. Only the sounds of our footsteps on the smoothed stones subdued the unease inside me.

"Have you served the Campbell family long?" I asked Bean Lyel.

She stiffly shook her head. "Nay."

"Did you serve the late Lady Campbell?" I guessed.

Bean Lyel's face grew strained and the corners of her lips turned down. "No. I came after her death, and to serve another purpose."

We came to an open door on our right, and Bean Lyel turned to face me. She gestured to the room. It was a large chamber with a hearth and a tall four-post bed. Two windows stood tall and thin on the opposite wall from the entrance and on either side of the bed. They each had plain glass panes in them to keep out the worst of the cold of the moors. The small hearth with its crackling fire lay to the left.

"I'll be needing you to fix up the bed. Can you do that?" she questioned me.

"The covers need turned out and new sheets?" I wondered.

"Aye, and the air needs some cleaning, so dust all that you see and open the windows," she ordered me. "Can you do all that?"

"Aye. It's no worse than spring cleaning with Mother," I told her.

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