“Come in,” she bade and turned to face the door. He took in her appearance and raised a brow. “You disappeared again.” “You had things under control.” Alistair looked at her with the dark eyes of their ancestry and sank into the chair next to the hearth. “I already have one sibling against me. It looks good to have you there. Shows your support.” “I was there,” she argued. “Everyone saw me.” “Where did you go?” He had asked so many times, and despite the fact she had never told him, he kept asking. “I needed to collect my thoughts,” she answered. “And what if Donald was out there?” Innes spread the cloth next to the fire so it would dry and gave her eldest brother a droll look. “Donald wouldn’t hurt me.” “Just as I thought he’d never go against me.”
