Hart gave Ian a quick glance, then returned his scrutiny to Beth. Hart’s brows drew fiercely together, and Ian said, “Leave her be, Hart.” Barrington, and that was because she paid me wages.” “The only person I ever allowed to send for me, Your Grace, was Mrs. You’d even now be reclining on a soft bed if you’d gone upstairs with the maid.” Beth’s heart hammered. “At the moment I’d be fond of a cool drink of water and a soft bed.” Hart spoke directly to her for a change. “I am also fond of chocolate, and of raspberry fool.” Beth curled her ignored hand at her side. The journey was tiring but uneventful, no problems on the lines, and no Fenian bombs at any of the stations.” “I’m very well, thank you so much for inquiring. “She was once a lady’s companion? Why did Isabella befriend her?”īeth pulled herself away from Ian and walked forward, sticking out her hand. Or turned her into an excuse to arrest me.” “The man’s a pig.” Hart’s stare came back to Beth.
“Fellows would have found some means to use her. “Was there no other way?” He spoke as though they were in the middle of a conversation, but Ian nodded. Hart finally removed his knifelike gaze from Beth and switched it to Ian. The waves of Hart’s overweening confidence seemed to break and flow around Ian without Ian feeling the slightest effect. Hart overpowered every single thing in the room-except Ian. This was a man who had no doubt that his slightest command would be fulfilled. So did Hart, but Hart’s smooth confidence rolled off him in waves. Cameron’s face was heavier, more brutish, complete with scar. Mac’s face bore the restless brilliance of an obsessed artist. Still, he wasn’t a mirror image of the brothers she’d already met. His dark coat fit him like a second skin, likely made for him by the best tailors in Edinburgh. He wore a formal kilt, the Mackenzie colors, blue and green with red and white thread. Hart had the Mackenzie broad shoulders, powerful build, and square face.
He was tall, like all the Mackenzies, his hair a darker redbrown. Hart’s pen clattered to his pen tray and he rose. Ian said nothing, remaining in place without flinching. His eyes glittered the same gold as lan’s but pierced Beth from across the room-hawk’s eyes. Hart was going to make Ian and Beth stand there like schoolchildren waiting to be dressed down, Beth thought irritably.
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