The overhead candles had been doused and the hall was illuminated only by the fire in the large fireplace that was built along the right wall. Its light played against the banners and weapons that decorated the whitewashed walls, dancing strange shapes all around them while they joked and sampled the food that had been left out before the servants had taken their leave of them. The happy couple had retired hours ago, and no one had seen a single sight of Nora since. Not that they expected to. Indeed, Lochlan fully expected days would go by before either of them showed themselves again. It was something that made his heart soar. He was glad happiness had finally come to his brother. Ewan had needed it. “I can’t believe we got Ewan married off before Lochlan,” Braden said as he picked at a platter of sliced fruit that was set before him. “We needs be careful, Sin. I think the Second Coming might be upon us. I feel the sudden urge for confession.” Sin laughed. “Perhaps.” “Have you any more word about the MacKaids?”
