Laird of Darkness by Eliza Knight

Author:Eliza Knight
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2017-08-28T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

Tierney repeated the words she’d been certain he’d said by mistake. “Marry me, Rosamond.”

“I beg your pardon?” Rosamond tried to keep her face void of emotion, but the incredulity rising through her was too hard to keep from appearing blatantly on her visage. By the narrowing of Tierney’s eyes, the loosening of his grasp on her hands, she was almost certain it showed on her face.

Marry him? What an absurd notion, and what could possibly have made him think such was a solution to their current situation?

“Lady Rosamond.” Just when she thought he’d let her go, he held on.

Still, she wanted to snatch her hand back, if only to regain her senses, but then he brushed his thumb over her knuckles and she was momentarily caught up in that feeling. Saints, but how was it possible with a simple brush of his finger on her skin that she was so easily able to forget the preposterous suggestion he’d just made?

Nay, not a suggestion—a demand.

She shivered, and bit her lip. There was an energy running through her that made her want to leap from her chair if only to expend the spark.

The ship rocked gently, swaying their bodies back and forth and for a moment she felt like laughing. Cackling madly and letting herself be carted off to wherever it was they took people who’d lost a grip on their sanity.

“Marry me.” He said it again. No pretense or even a hint of it being a question. His eyes implored hers, and determination was evident in the set of his jaw.

No matter. Rosamond wasn’t going to capitulate, simply because he said so. Straightening her shoulders and jutting her chin forward with her own dose of determination, she said, “Nay.” She swallowed hard against the tightening knot in her throat, forging ahead before she lost her nerve. “While I appreciate your offer, I cannot.”

Tierney barely blinked, his dark eyes locked on hers, and that steady determination remained. “Aye, ye can.”

What could he possibly be thinking? Rosamond narrowed her eyes, baiting him. “I am ruined. You cannot want a ruined wife. Or a wife associated with your enemies. Though my mother was Scottish, a MacArthur, my father is English and I was raised in the English court. I would be viewed as a King Edward supporter, and in turn, so might you.”

The muscle in the side of his jaw ticked. “A MacArthur?”

“Aye.”

He ran his hands through his hair. “Trust me when I say that will run greatly in your favor, lass. Also, let me be clear, ye’re not ruined. Not because of what your sister did, and not because I kissed ye. None of that matters. I would have ye.”

She chewed her lower lip, contemplating this. He would risk so much, simply to marry her? “You’re not simply asking to marry me because you feel obligated?” Asking such a question was bold indeed, but she couldn’t not ask. She had to know. She did not want to be tied to someone who didn’t want her for herself.

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