Katherine spun around and glared at the huge Scot, hoping that when she looked into his eyes she would not see what she feared. The look was there. So was his determined stance. He stood with his thick, muscled legs braced far apart as if ready to do battle. The cords in his arms bulged as he clasped his hands behind his back, stretching his already too broad shoulders to an unbelievable width. Not one inch of him gave an impression that he would yield. Katherine shifted her gaze to Ian’s face. His hard glare told her nothing — nothing other than that he understood the reason for Duncan’s request and would support his friend’s decision, even if he did not agree with it. “Get yourself ready, milady,” Duncan issued again. “I will not. I will never agree to this.” “Agree to what, Katherine?” Elizabeth took a step closer to her husband. “Why do we need the priest?” “We don’t need a priest,” Katherine reassured her. Duncan took another step closer. “It would be best if you would na argue, milady.”
