All he knew was that it was warmer in his chamber. The fire would still be burning. And he knew exactly what had to be done.Mary’s eyes widened, but she didn’t argue, though clearly it worried her. Not because she feared that he would do something untoward—she knew him better than that—but because she knew what it said. Taking Flora to his room, rather than any other, amounted to a public declaration of his intentions. She was his, and he was saying as much.Lachlan didn’t give a damn what anyone thought, he wanted her with him. It was as simple as that.Though in the back of his mind, he realized that when it came to Flora, nothing was simple. It hadn’t been since the first day he’d laid eyes on her.Taking two steps at a time, he quickly reached the second floor. Since the moment he’d entered the castle, he’d been focused on one thing: getting her warm and dry as soon as possible. Moving from the stairwell into the corridor outside his chamber, he turned back to his sister.
