Highland Moon #4 (Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance) by Mac Flynn

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

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The door opened and into the room stepped a handsome young man of twenty-three. He wore a black pair of calf-skin riding boots, thick woolen pants dyed brown with chestnuts, and a white blouse shirt with ruffled cuffs. His brown hair was pulled back in a tail over his back. He smiled at me and bowed.

“Good evening, Lady Campbell,” he greeted me.

I bowed my head. “Good evening, Laird Campbell.”

Seumas straightened and chuckled. “I do not have the good fortune to call myself a laird, my lady, but I thank you for the compliment.”

I blushed. “I am sorry. I meant no-” He raised his hand.

“And no offense was taken, I assure you,” he answered. Seumas closed the door behind himself and strode across the room. He took my hand and pressed a gentle kiss to its back. His eyes flitted up and he gave me a devilish smile. “But I must admit I am a little vexed.”

I blinked at him. “And why is that, my-um-”

“Your cousin, if I might assume the honor before the marriage,” he suggested.

I bowed my head. “And why is that, cousin?”

He straightened and released my hand. “I was told her ladyship was lovely, but find the information was false.” I sensed Davina stiffen at my side. “Instead, I find that she is quite beautiful, and will be a jewel in our family crest.”

“You flatter me, cousin, but surely there is something to which I can assist you?” I asked him.

“You do me a disservice, my lady. I only wished to introduce myself in a gayer time before you are covered in the black cloth of mourning,” he informed me. Seumas moved so he stood near my side and turned so he faced the door. He held out his hand and bowed his head. “But you would do me a very great service if you were to accept my arm to supper.”

I looked to his arm and furrowed my brow. “I-” I felt a cool chill flow over me. The breeze was not so much a wind but a frost onto the soul, and unbidden did my eyes turn to the door.

Seumas followed my gave and his smile slipped off his lips. My laird Tristan stood in the open doorway, and his eyes held a distinct yellow hue in their depths. Seumas stepped away from me and bowed low to Tristan.

“I sincerely apologize for intruding on your chambers, my cousin, but I had a great need to personally view the beauty of your wife,” Seumas spoke to Tristan.

I blushed at the implications in his words, and knew then why Davina had such a poor opinion of my soon-to-be cousin. I expected my laird to grow angry, but he was a master of his emotions. Tristan merely strode up to us and raised an eyebrow at his cousin.

“I appreciate your attentions to my wife, but I am afraid you are wanted elsewhere. Laird MacNaughton has requested your presence in the dining hall,” Tristan told him.

Seumas’ smile returned and he bowed his head.

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