How to Lose a Highlander by Michelle McLean

Author:Michelle McLean
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2017-05-14T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Every bone in Sorcha’s body ached. They’d been traveling for two weeks, and while she’d been anxious about reaching her new home, at this point, she’d have gladly curled up with a family of wolves, if it meant she could get off her horse.

Malcolm had ridden ahead a few yards and waited for her at the top of the hill they’d been traveling. There was a new energy about him, an excitement that hadn’t been there earlier. She spurred her horse to a trot so she could catch up. The top of the hill was an excellent vantage point for the valley below. A loch appeared in the distance before them, its waters glistening in the late afternoon sun. A small village spread out to the left, its lanes bustling with people going about their tasks.

And to the right stood Glenlyon Castle. Or what was left of it. The back section looked as though a cannon ball had blasted through the surrounding wall, decimating one tower and part of the building. The rest of the structure appeared sound. It didn’t have the ramparts and pepper-pot towers of some of the palaces she’d stayed in during her travels. But it was a commanding presence nonetheless, with its large square main building rising to tower above the rest of the structure.

“Welcome to Glenlyon,” Malcolm said. “Try not to burn it down.”

He spurred his horse forward, and Sorcha bit her tongue to keep from cursing at his retreating back. Stubborn bastard. She’d never thought to make it to Glenlyon’s gates. The man either had more patience than God himself or was the most stubborn creature to ever walk beneath the sun. Either way, she was now stuck in the wilderness with a man who wanted nothing to do with her. No help for it but to keep up her antics and hope if she couldn’t drive him to break their marriage, she could at least drive him away from her. Her mother had lived happily separated from her father, aside from the once or twice a year he had deigned to visit. Sorcha saw no reason why she and Malcolm couldn’t live in a similar way. Hopefully, with her firmly ensconced back in London. Or, at the very least, Edinburgh.

She urged her horse into a trot to catch up with Malcolm and tried to calm the desperate fluttering of her stomach. She was about to enter a MacGregor stronghold. So far, it looked nothing like the bowels of hell her family would have her believe. In fact, she could easily be entering any of her father’s or uncles’ estates.

As they passed through the village lanes below the castle walls, people ran up to greet Malcolm. Some handed him goods, a loaf of bread fresh from the ovens or a hastily picked heather blossom. Malcolm smiled and chatted with everyone who approached him, though it was obvious he was anxious to be home.

They rode through the gates of the castle to more cheers and waves.

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