This time, however, he’d crossed the wrong clan, and he’d paid for it with his life. It was the same with Eveline Montgomery, a woman who, like Genevieve, had spurned Ian’s advances. If he couldn’t have her, then no man would. He was like a petulant child guarding his favorite toys. They were objects he viewed as possessions. If only she’d stayed in her chamber that fateful day when he’d arrived at court and had become instantly obsessed with her.īut his obsession hadn’t been limited to her. Her question whispered softly in her ears, as if the wind had gathered it up and carried it back on its wings. The wind picked up, blowing cool on her face, relieving the sting of the sun. There were worse things than death, as she’d discovered. She should be afraid, but she’d long ago accepted her fate. The Montgomerys would not allow the injustice done to one of their own, and now the whole of the McHugh clan-or what was left of it-would pay the price for Ian McHugh’s daring. The summer sun was high and showed no signs of lowering in the sky, and yet she could sense darkness. “Do you ever wish but for a moment to go back in time?” Genevieve McInnis whispered as she stood in the window of the tiny tower room that had been appointed to her more than a year past.
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