Iobhar’s voice echoed through the hall as he took the side of his nephew’s face in his rough hand. Giving it a sharp turn, he assessed the damage from the morning’s quarrel which was rapidly growing visible. Garrett’s right eye was swollen shut. A bruise was beginning to flower from his left chee...
The exhausted groom and his bride, followed by the most important members of Clan Douglas’s many branches, trudged up to their newly prepared bedchamber. Moira glowered the entire way—at any noble Douglas who dared meet her eyes. Who in the blazes of hellfire did they thin...