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the man away, his expression unreadable.
                  “Kirstin.” He greeted, his voice kind to the young blonde. All but Roderick looked at Lachlan strangely, as his overall demeanor changed in an instant and all because of the girl.
                  “Mayhap,” she hesitated, looking between all of the men and then lastly at Lachlan, “’Tis no’ a good time. I will come back in the morrow.” She turned around sharply, leaving an appalled looking Lachlan and many confused occupants. Kirstin had barely made it halfway down the hallway before an arm reached out and grabbed her shoulder. She was pulled back and then lightly pushed against the wall.
                  Lachlan stared down at her, his arms bulging and his eyes dark.
                  “What is it ye wanted to speak to me about?” he asked in a mere whisper. The moon’s light shone on his face, from a window at the end of the hallway. It made him look all the more fearful, but also handsome, as it made his strong features all the more distinct.
                  “I-I-I” she stuttered, barely able to make a sentence. She was still thrown off guard from approaching one of his many rages. Kirstin now fully understood why Lachlan was the most feared and merciless amongst these lands, as he couldn’t have been anymore terrifying back in his study. Kirstin felt for the man who had been in a chokehold, and could only imagine what it would be like if it were she in that position.
                  “Tell me, I beg of ye.” Lachlan pleaded, wanting to know why she had sought for him.
                  “I,” she began again, “I was inquiring if I could go into town with Alana, on a daily basis. ‘Tis but a silly time to ask ye, and I apologize for interrupting.” She also severely regretted it. The last thing Kirstin wanted was to watch a man’s throat be wringed by her laird.
                  “Of course.” He spoke a bit too eagerly, “This is all that ye wanted to ask me?”
                  She gave a curt nod, “That is all.”
                  Lachlan frowned briefly, before stepping back, “Well, I wish ye a goodnight.”
                  Kirstin curtsied to Lachlan, to show her respect, “As ye.” She whispered shakily, before walking away. Lachlan watched her round the corner, and then he headed back to the room where his men would no doubt question him. Hopefully Roderick would help sidetrack their thoughts.
                  Either way, he dreaded returning.
     
    
     
                  That night, as Kirstin fell asleep, she dreamt that the mattress had dipped down against someone’s weight, and dreamt of a soft kiss being placed to her temple. It was only when she awoke in the middle of the night that she saw a brown leather-bound book sitting next to her pillow. It was the same book that had interested her the day before, in Lachlan’s study. And only then, did she ponder if she had really been dreaming.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
                  Kirstin awoke bright and early, meeting Alana in the foyer.
                  “Good morn’.” She greeted Kirstin, who smiled back at her. As the two of them walked down the long dirt road, basket in hand, Alana said, “I see the laird has allowed ye to accompany me for now on.”
                  “Aye, that is correct.” Kirstin was beaming.
                  Alana observed Kirstin’s reaction, and responded, “What exactly did the laird say? Yer smiling like a child and I canna think of any other reason for it but him.”
                  “Naethin’.” The small blonde replied, “In fact, I came upon his chambers at a bad time. He had a man by the neck, and I swear the man would have passed out from lack of