it’s not. Tell me and I’ll kill the bastard.”
When she finally dared to lift her gaze back to his, the terrible rage in his eyes puzzled her. He was furious.
“Did your father do this?”
Her lips parted in surprise and his lips tightened.
“I’ll kill him this time,” Caelen muttered.
“Nay! He isn’t worth your anger. He won’t touch me again.”
“Damn right he won’t.”
“I took care of the matter. I don’t need your protection.”
Caelen gripped her shoulders. “No one touches what is mine. No one does harm to one of my own. You may not think you need my protection, but by all that’s holy, you’ll have it. You may be used to going your own way, Rionna, but that’s done with now. You and I have a responsibility to our clans.”
“Responsibility. And what is my responsibility, husband? So far I only see that you wish me to dress and act feminine, never gainsay you, and pretend I’m a witless ninny in front of others.”
His eyes narrowed. “Your responsibility is to be loyal to me first and foremost. You’re to be a credit to your clan and mine. You’ll give me heirs. Do that and you’ll find I’m an easy man to get along with.”
“You want someone I’m not,” she whispered in a fierce voice tinged with tears. “You want a woman I cannot be.”
“Do not engage me in a battle of wills, wife. You’ll only suffer for it.”
“Why does it have to be a battle? Why can you not accept me the way I am? Why must I change while you go on as before?”
His nostrils flared and he dropped his hands from her shoulders. For a moment he turned away from her and stood, legs apart as he stared over the water. When he glanced back at her, anger and impatience simmered in his eyes.
“Think you that nothing changes for me? I’m married, Rionna. I had no wish to be married. I certainly didn’t prepare for it and certainly not so soon. I’m a warrior. Fighting is what I do. I see to the protection of my clan. Now I’m to be uprooted and must go away from my clan and bind myself to another. I’m expected to lead a people I’ve never met, who won’t trust me any more than I’ll trust them. On top of that, Duncan Cameron wants my brother dead. He wants Mairin for himself, and now Isabel’s life has been in danger since the moment she was set in her mother’s womb.
“He’s tried to kill Alaric. He’s sent traitors into the very heart of our clan. I should be here . Where I can protect my family. Not playing laird to a people who have no more desire for me as their laird as I have to be one.”
“It wasn’t my choice,” she said fiercely.
“Aye, I know it. ’Tis no matter, though. We are both bound by duty. We have no choice in the matter.”
She closed her eyes and turned away so that they stood side by side, gazes fixed anywhere but on each other.
“Why did you do it then, Caelen? Why did you really do it? You could have remained silent. Why did you step forward to marry me if ’twas such a distasteful chore?”
He was silent for a long moment before he finally acknowledged her question.
“Because I could not bear to see my brother wed to you when he loved another.”
Pain tightened her chest again.
“I hope one day your answer will be different,” she said quietly as she turned to walk back toward the keep.
C HAPTER 5
It was late when Caelen mounted the stairs to go up to his chamber. He and his brothers had planned late into the night, and on the morrow, he would make his journey to McDonald keep with his new wife to take over his duties as laird.
Not surprisingly, Gregor McDonald had taken his leave, and a dozen of his best soldiers had departed with him—men that Caelen couldn’t afford to lose.
The former laird had slunk away like a defeated coward. He hadn’t even bothered to bid his daughter goodbye. Not that Caelen ever wanted him close to Rionna again.
Aye, ’twas a good thing for the McDonald clan. The question was whether they’d recognize that
When she finally dared to lift her gaze back to his, the terrible rage in his eyes puzzled her. He was furious.
“Did your father do this?”
Her lips parted in surprise and his lips tightened.
“I’ll kill him this time,” Caelen muttered.
“Nay! He isn’t worth your anger. He won’t touch me again.”
“Damn right he won’t.”
“I took care of the matter. I don’t need your protection.”
Caelen gripped her shoulders. “No one touches what is mine. No one does harm to one of my own. You may not think you need my protection, but by all that’s holy, you’ll have it. You may be used to going your own way, Rionna, but that’s done with now. You and I have a responsibility to our clans.”
“Responsibility. And what is my responsibility, husband? So far I only see that you wish me to dress and act feminine, never gainsay you, and pretend I’m a witless ninny in front of others.”
His eyes narrowed. “Your responsibility is to be loyal to me first and foremost. You’re to be a credit to your clan and mine. You’ll give me heirs. Do that and you’ll find I’m an easy man to get along with.”
“You want someone I’m not,” she whispered in a fierce voice tinged with tears. “You want a woman I cannot be.”
“Do not engage me in a battle of wills, wife. You’ll only suffer for it.”
“Why does it have to be a battle? Why can you not accept me the way I am? Why must I change while you go on as before?”
His nostrils flared and he dropped his hands from her shoulders. For a moment he turned away from her and stood, legs apart as he stared over the water. When he glanced back at her, anger and impatience simmered in his eyes.
“Think you that nothing changes for me? I’m married, Rionna. I had no wish to be married. I certainly didn’t prepare for it and certainly not so soon. I’m a warrior. Fighting is what I do. I see to the protection of my clan. Now I’m to be uprooted and must go away from my clan and bind myself to another. I’m expected to lead a people I’ve never met, who won’t trust me any more than I’ll trust them. On top of that, Duncan Cameron wants my brother dead. He wants Mairin for himself, and now Isabel’s life has been in danger since the moment she was set in her mother’s womb.
“He’s tried to kill Alaric. He’s sent traitors into the very heart of our clan. I should be here . Where I can protect my family. Not playing laird to a people who have no more desire for me as their laird as I have to be one.”
“It wasn’t my choice,” she said fiercely.
“Aye, I know it. ’Tis no matter, though. We are both bound by duty. We have no choice in the matter.”
She closed her eyes and turned away so that they stood side by side, gazes fixed anywhere but on each other.
“Why did you do it then, Caelen? Why did you really do it? You could have remained silent. Why did you step forward to marry me if ’twas such a distasteful chore?”
He was silent for a long moment before he finally acknowledged her question.
“Because I could not bear to see my brother wed to you when he loved another.”
Pain tightened her chest again.
“I hope one day your answer will be different,” she said quietly as she turned to walk back toward the keep.
C HAPTER 5
It was late when Caelen mounted the stairs to go up to his chamber. He and his brothers had planned late into the night, and on the morrow, he would make his journey to McDonald keep with his new wife to take over his duties as laird.
Not surprisingly, Gregor McDonald had taken his leave, and a dozen of his best soldiers had departed with him—men that Caelen couldn’t afford to lose.
The former laird had slunk away like a defeated coward. He hadn’t even bothered to bid his daughter goodbye. Not that Caelen ever wanted him close to Rionna again.
Aye, ’twas a good thing for the McDonald clan. The question was whether they’d recognize that
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