Dangerous Highlander

admit it, but maybe Lucan is right. I refuse to go back into that prison, Fallon.”

“Nay,” Fallon said, and rose to his feet. He swayed slightly and held on to the table to steady himself. “I told you both that we’re in no position to fight her. You’ve both done it anyway.”

Lucan hated talking about her. Deirdre had been the one who had ordered their clan murdered. Deirdre had been the one to summon them to Cairn Toul mountain. Deirdre had been the one who had unleashed the god within them. Deirdre, a woman so beautiful she could make angels sing, but with a heart as black as Satan.

“I’m a Warrior, Fallon. Deirdre turned us into this monster, and though I refuse to join her, I also refuse to sit by and let her evil take over Scotland. You know we are stronger when we all three fight together. We could do so much more damage to Deirdre if you would but join us.”

Fallon shrugged. “Join you? Nay, Brother, I think not. Our fate was sealed the moment Deirdre spoke that spell.”

“You’ve just given up then? On everything?” Quinn looked from Fallon to Lucan. “I always hated how you nagged me as a lad about doing the right thing, Fallon, and now you won’t.”

Fallon scratched his chin in need of a shave. “There isna much you do like, little brother. You both know, as well as I, she will take us eventually. We’re just putting off the inevitable.”

“I’ll fight to the end. I won’t go back into that mountain,” Lucan said.

Fallon slashed his hand through the air. “None of that is important right now. The girl in your bed is.”

The image of the girl, her head thrown back and her dark hair spread around her as she writhed naked beneath him, flashed in Lucan’s mind. He bit back a groan and shifted to help ease the cockstand he’d had since she first landed in his arms.

“I’ll take her to the village tonight,” Quinn said.

Lucan stepped forward, the fury quick and strong within him. He didn’t understand his need to protect the woman, only that he needed to. It wasn’t just his hunger to touch her, but something that went much deeper. “She has magic about her,” he confessed. When Quinn didn’t back down, Lucan felt his god stir. “You won’t touch her.”

Quinn’s eyes turned black—even the whites of his eyes went obsidian. Ever since the god had been unleashed, each time he came out, they turned black. Quinn peeled back his lips to show his fangs and let his claws lengthen once more.

“Stop it, Quinn,” Fallon’s voice filled the hall. “I forbid us to fight. We did enough of that in the early days.”

It was a good thing they healed quickly, because each of them would bear untold scars after the fights they’d had when they had been unable to control the beast. While the rest of Scotland tore apart the MacLeod land, the brothers ripped into one another, again and again.

Fallon’s gaze landed on Lucan. “Magic? Are you sure?”

“Positive. It’s not strong, but it’s there.”

“What do you plan to do with her?”

In truth, Lucan had no idea. He knew what he wanted to do to her in his bed, but that was one chance he couldn’t—and wouldn’t—take. “She doesn’t know anything about us.”

“She’ll know she’s in the castle. We’ve done a good job of keeping people out, but I don’t know how much longer that can last. Especially if the girl tells everyone there are no ghosts inside the castle.”

Lucan and Quinn had cultivated the idea of ghosts and monsters to keep people away. With Quinn’s howls and his claws scraping the stones it had been easy to frighten everyone.

“I can take her now,” Lucan said. “I’d rather not, though. The storm hasn’t let up, and she was already chilled. Besides, I want to know where the magic is coming from.”

Quinn shook his head, his mass of light brown hair moving with his head to brush his shoulders. “She needs to go. Now.”

“Or what?” Lucan demanded. “You’ll hurt her?”

“I won’t have her jeopardize what we’ve spent years building, magic or not,” Quinn snarled.

“Lucan,” Fallon said.

Lucan ignored Fallon and laughed at Quinn. “We don’t have anything but a falling-down ruin of a castle.”

“It’s ours, though,” Quinn said through clenched teeth. “She’ll destroy it all. I refuse to allow that.”

“You won’t touch her,” Lucan stated, ready to let the god out again if he had to.

“Lucan!”

He jerked his head to Fallon to find him staring to his right. Lucan followed his elder brother’s gaze and found the girl standing on the stairs, her large eyes staring at Lucan with a mixture of terror and distrust.

The gown Lucan had laid out for her had belonged to Quinn’s wife. It was centuries out of date, but it fit her well enough. The girl’s eyes were rounded and riveted on Lucan, as if she was afraid to shift her gaze. Her face was still pale, though her lips were no longer blue.

Lucan took a step toward her. He knew he needed to keep his distance, but she was here because of him. Despite what he and his brothers were, they wouldn’t hurt her, and he needed to make sure she knew that.

“She didn’t dare,” Quinn said, and started toward the girl.

Before he could get past, Lucan grabbed Quinn by his tunic and brought him up short. “Leave her.”

“She’s wearing Elspeth’s gown!”

Lucan glanced at the girl to find she had taken a step back on the stairs, her hands spread on the stones on her right. The stairs weren’t well fortified. She could fall and hurt herself. She was mortal, after all.

“I gave her the gown,” Lucan said as he turned back to his brother and growled.

With one last look at the girl, Quinn jerked out of Lucan’s hands and stalked away. It was only after he glanced at Fallon to find his face pale and guarded that Lucan realized Quinn hadn’t controlled the god within him. The beast had been visible.

Shite!

How did one explain the unexplainable?

Lucan swallowed and unclenched his hands, realizing too late that his nails had elongated. Had his eyes changed? His skin? She hadn’t run away screaming, but her gaze had darted to the door several times.

He walked slowly to the stairs, not wanting to frighten her any more than she already was. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Fallon shift toward her.

Her knuckles were white from grasping the wall. One bare foot peeked from beneath her skirts. The stones were always cool, and in this weather exceedingly so. If she wasn’t careful, she would become ill.

Lucan let his gaze roam over her, noting how the gown accentuated her large breasts and narrow waist. Her neck was slender, graceful, while tendrils of damp hair curled about her face. He wished he had thought to loosen her hair. He would love to see it fall about her shoulders and run his hands through the thick mass.

“I fell,” she said all of a sudden. Her voice was soft, barely a whisper in the storm that howled around them. Her gaze flicked to Fallon before returning to Lucan.

Lucan would have to think fast. She had fainted, so she didn’t realize what had happened. “I caught you. Remember?”

Her brows furrowed and she shook her head. Her dark eyes regarded him steadily, not accepting his lie. “Nay. I slipped from your grasp. I fell.”

“And I caught you,” Fallon said. “We saw you from the castle and hurried to help. I climbed down the cliff in case Lucan wasn’t able to hold you.”

Lucan could see in her gaze that she wanted to believe them, but doubt lingered in her gorgeous mahogany eyes. Especially after she had witnessed Quinn’s transformation.

“I’m Lucan,” he said. He used to be able to charm anyone, but it had been years since he had tried. “That is my elder brother, Fallon.”

Fallon gave Lucan a shuttered look. It hadn’t occurred to him that they might want to give different names. The story of what had happened to them had never died down. It had turned into a legend that was likely to stay around forever.

“Lucan?” she repeated. “Fallon?”

Lucan could see her mind working through it, realizing that not only were some people in a castle that was