But while he could see her defiance, he could also see her fear. A pulse racing at the base of that delicate throat. It angered him for a moment, that her body betrayed her in such a way. The source of her life there to be seen. So easily crushed if a man was of a mind.
Had he been a different man he might have felt pity for her. But he was not a different man and pity had no place in his life.
‘You,’ she said, her expression changing from one of fear to shock.
That one word contained many.
‘Aye,’ he said. ‘You’ve spoken to your father, then.’
‘That’s not what I mean,’ she said. ‘It’s you. You’re the boy.’
She did remember him. He had wondered if she might when he had wondered about her at all and it had been only for the briefest of moments. He had thought of her only in terms of a tool he might use to exact revenge.
A might bit more difficult now that she stood before him, clearly a woman and not a chess piece.
Most women, he found, displayed what they wanted from him, or didn’t, with immediate clarity. Fear, lust or greed an immediate flash in their eyes and smile, with nothing else beyond.
But not this woman.
He knew what manner of man her father was. Living beneath this roof would have been enough to break even the strongest of men, yet here she stood, her back straight, her shoulders square.
She was unexpected in every way, though she should not have been.
A neglected child with a broken wing of her own, she had occupied herself saving animals on the estate. Curious, he’d thought at the time. For she so clearly needed rescuing, yet she concerned herself with the plight of other small, vulnerable creatures, not seeming to recognise she was kin to them.
Recognising that did not change his intention.
Though the flare of lust he felt when he looked upon his future bride was a welcome and unexpected addition to his revenge.
‘The boy who used to talk to me. The boy who helped me save the bird,’ she added.
‘Yes. I suppose I should be flattered that you remembered. But you will find that I’m not a servant any more. Neither am I a boy. I’m Captain Lachlan Bain, Chief of Clan MacKenzie. And you are to be my bride.’
Copyright © 2020 by Millie Adams
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The Flapper’s Baby Scandal
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