She was not fine—every inch of her body ached and she was hungry. But while taking a cup of willow bark tea and lying down would provide a small bit of immediate relief, saying cellphone would fix everything. The sooner she found out what the consequences for them would be, the better.She spent the next few minutes kicking herself for running away. Not only was it bad manners, she had thrown away an opportunity to learn more…and to have breakfast. On Sunday’s she, her dad, and Paige when she was home, went out to breakfast after Mass. She was thinking longingly of coffee, French toast and sausage—or better yet, eggs benedict—when someone knocked on the door. She called, “Please come in.”Logan stepped into the room followed by Freya who carried a tray of food. Maggie watched in shocked surprise.“Put the tray on the table, Freya.”“Aye, Laird.” The girl did as she was instructed before asking, “Will there be anything else?”“Nay, thank ye, ye may leave.”“Aye, Laird.”
