Chapter 58

The tinker chief toyed with the remaining whiskey glass.

"True. Just think of all you could have, if we stood together on d'is though. You, my son-in-law when I've no sons. The two glens united as one, so when I die, you and her, you'd rule, wouldn't you? Our people would be one at last. They would be your people. And every other clan would fear you more than ever. Just t'ink of that."

"I am. I've been thinking all the way here." He had. It was no lie. But being feared was not something he'd ever wanted in his life. A good husband, a good father, a good son, these were the things he'd wanted and they'd all been taken from him. "But we're not going to rule anything."

For all there were times when he abhorred himself for his ability to take lives, this wasn't going to be one of them. Not given what swirled in his brain.

"Now draw." He clutched cold steel.

"Draw?" Bemusement glinted beneath the gray brows. "Tell me? Do you have brains only a mother could love?"