Highland Moon #2 (Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance) by Mac Flynn

Author:Mac Flynn [Flynn, Mac]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mac Flynn

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My wait was short. The door opened and I saw two pairs of shoes. One belonged to Leod, and the other was of the finest calf skin. The person who wore them had a confident stride as they stepped into the room. Leod shut the door and left we three in the room.

“Good evening, Father,” Laird Tristan greeted his guest.

“Good evening, my son,” Laird Campbell replied. He strode over to the fire and paused before the warm flames. “Quite a cold evening, is it not?”

My laird joined him and took a seat in the chair. “We might dispense with the false pleasantries. What joyous occasion brings you here to my prison?”

The elder turned towards him, and his voice spoke of his displeasure. “You know well why I’ve come. The girl this morn.”

My damned curiosity tempted me to crawl to the edge of the covers and lift them so I could view the two men. Laird Campbell’s face was grave, but the chair was turned so that I could not see Laird Tristan’s expression.

“She intruded upon my only sanctuary. Was I to allow her to leave without teaching her a lesson?” Tristan countered.

“You were to allow her to leave without her finding you,” Laird Campbell snapped.

“It is only by your doing that I am in here,” Tristan reminded him.

“I don’t wish to have this old argument,” the elder argued. “You know well why you are in, and why you mustn’t be seen. The girl was frightened nearly out of her wits, and she is sorely injured.”

“This conversation brings up an interesting question. What, or who, induced her to think she could trespass in the north wing?” Tristan asked him.

“Never you mind that. The important matter-” Tristan stood.

Tristan stood, and Laird Campbell shrank back. “But I do mind that. You have given me a limited sphere of influence, and someone has unduly trespassed in it. Who is she and why did she believe she could come in here?” he persisted.

“That is not important,” Laird Campbell insisted.

Tristan stepped towards the elder laird, and Campbell started back so he hit the far end of the mantel. His face was drained of its color and his body trembled. He reached into his coat and pulled forth a long dagger. The fire reflected off the long blade and cast a silver color even on the gray handle.

“D-don’t take another step!” Laird Campbell ordered him.

Tristan chuckled. “What a pathetic man you are. You have created a monster and now are unable to control him without resorting to a weapon.”

“I created nothing!” Laird Campbell snapped. “You cursed yourself and at every pass have tried to thwart my efforts to rid you of the sin on your soul!”

Tristan opened his arms. “I have nothing of which I wish to be rid. This curse is a blessing that promises to make our house great but for your efforts to lock me in here.”

“It is for your own good!” the elder insisted.

Tristan dropped his arms and shook his head. “We have played out this argument for ten years and yet I cannot convince you to free me.

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