Scent of Scotland: Lord of Moray #1 (BBW Scottish Werewolf / Shifter Romance) by Mac Flynn

Author:Mac Flynn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-01-26T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 5

The lord led me inside and through the open doors that stood on the rear left in the entrance hall. The doors led into a large dining hall that stretched to the far wall that abutted the courtyard. Large windows gave me my first good glimpse of the yard, and I saw it was an open space surrounded on three sides where the snow was trampled by many feet. The side opposite the front of the house was empty, and I glimpsed some tall bushes across the lawn.

The center of the room was occupied by the long, thick oak table, and its chairs numbered two dozen and four. There was a great hearth in the center of the left wall, and a warm fire crackled in its belly. Two plates with glasses were set at the end of the table closest to the entrance, and opposite where we stood was a small entrance door where servants came and went. The lord led me over to the table and pulled out the chair on the right of that which stood at the head.

I hesitated and eyed him with suspicion.

"Though you believe that I am not one, may I at least play the part of a gentleman?" he pleaded.

I pursed my lips, but took a seat in the chair and he pushed me close to the table. Something out of the corner of my eyes caught my attention, and I looked to my right. There was nothing but the lit hearth at the end of the room, but I swore I had seen something of a different, white, color flicker in that direction.

The lord took his seat at the head of the table and two servants entered. One carried a jug of wine, and another held a platter of various meats. The platter was set between us with a two-pronged fork for easy picking, and the wine was poured into our glasses. The lord's eyes flickered to them, and they bowed and exited. We were left alone with only the crackling fire to break the silence between us.

The lord grasped his glass and studied me for a moment. "McKenna had written to me of your looks, but I fear he has been most unkind to you," he commented.

"I care not for his opinion of me," I retorted.

The lord chuckled. "No, I suppose you do not, though I wonder at your general opinion of lairds."

I lifted my head and glared at him. "If they are all as you are then I believe them all to be pigs."

He leaned back in his chair and his humor did not leave him. "Perhaps our poor start is due to your not knowing me better, nor I even your name. What is it?"

"Since I shall be gone in a week than is should be of little concern to you," I replied.

"But if we are to be acquaintances, even for a short time, I should wish to call you something," he persisted.

I took the fork in hand and skewered a large piece of meat.

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