Kara's scalp tightened. It was one of many things that had driven her insane about living here. The comings and goings. The noise at all times of the day and night. Him. And that drunken coterie of friends he surrounded himself with. Yet the yard was deserted. No groom scurrying out to take the horses, despite light glowing in the stables. No clatter of crockery from the kitchens. Or agonizing bagpipe drone laboring from the bowels of the keep.
"Really, brither? Is that so?"
Of course an enemy chief's daughter was valuable. But an enemy chief's disgraced daughter? If that was somehow known, to more than Ewen?Her heart pounded. This wasn't clinging specters. She was right about this.
Ewen came another step closer, moonlight glinting on the spittle beading his beard. "In competition wi' her for that honor, am I?"
"What honor is this?"
"The honor o' mesmerezin' you?"