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approached the Sinclair laird, clearly intent on giving every sort of wrong impression.
    Before either the laird or his lady could reply, Niall said to Eadan with far more assurance than her son had shown, “Of course they will like you, laddie. You’re a good Scottish boy at heart.”
    Shona didn’t begrudge the Highland warrior his lack of manners, not when it had been in aid of comforting her child.
    “I am?” Eadan asked.
    The laird had been looking with thoughtful interest at her son. The Sinclair’s gaze slid to Caelis, then back to Eadan again. When the light of understanding dawned, Shona could not miss it.
    Again, she felt the heat of embarrassment steal into her cheeks. She had never thought to be faced with Caelis again, much less have their past exposed so inexorably to anyone who cared to look at him in the same vicinity as his son.
    “You are, just as your mother is a fine Scottish lass,” Guaire answered for Niall.
    Shona sent him a look of gratitude, which he replied to with a warm smile. No condemnation there; not like in her own parents’ eyes until first her mother had breathed her last breath two years past, and then Shona’s father so recently.
    Neither had ever forgiven Shona for shaming them the way she’d done. At least they had not taken their unhappiness with her out on Eadan. His grandparents had loved him well.
    Though both had made it clear they thought the baron’s willingness to raise Eadan as his own son fully compensated for any deficiencies he showed as a father.
    Eadan nodded, as if settling something inside his head as he often did. “That’s all right then. I’m Scottish. We can be friends.”
    “You don’t speak like the English,” Drost said in thelanguage of his mother’s people, perhaps to prove that like Eadan…he could.
    “Mum says me and Marjory must speak both the language of the Gael and Angle. My lord did not like it, but even when he beat Mum, she would not stop talking to us in the way of her people.”
    Caelis growled, his anger pulsing around them like thunder in the sky. “He beat you?”
    “It is of no consequence.” Her husband had not been the worst of men, but neither had he been the best.
    He’d only struck her a few times, and had always been kinder after. Not that he ever apologized.
    But then, he hadn’t thought he was in the wrong.
    “It is a good thing your mother has returned to the Highlands then. No one will be allowed to beat her here.” The laird’s voice carried absolute authority.
    “And me?” Eadan asked with a frown and a telling glance down at his sister. “Will anyone be allowed to beat me?”
    “The baron beat you?” Niall asked, his tone even, but the expression in his eyes chilling.
    Eadan looked away. “One time, but Mum screamed at him. She said she’d gut him in his sleep if he did it again. I wasn’t supposed to hear. They thought I was sleeping on my stomach, on account of my back and butt hurt too much. But I couldn’t sleep. I was crying quiet like.”
    “And he did not take the switch to you again?” Guaire prompted.
    Shona just wanted the earth to open and swallow her whole. If the cost to keep her son safe was her pride, she would gladly pay it, but that did not mean each strip at the flesh of her spirit did not hurt.
    “No. He blustered some. Said she could not speak to him that way, but he never done it again. He threatened once, but I told him my real father was a giant warrior and he would come and kill my lord dead. He believed me.”
    “Your
real
father?” Laird Sinclair asked carefully.
    Suddenly Eadan went silent, sending a stricken look to his mother.
    She stared at him, completely at a loss as to what to say. She’d never told Eadan that Henry wasn’t his father, though she’d been tempted a time or two.
    Even Henry’s odious son, Percival, had not known that Eadan was not his blood kin. He might have guessed as Eadan grew older and the only resemblance between him and the baron had