Mary Reed McCall - The Sweetest Sin

She wouldnt wake up.

The MacRaes! God help us, its the wild MacRaes come

Duncans senses exploded, his emotions coiling into shock as he

Duncan watched her go still with a twinge of regret.

Aileana stretched her aching muscles and inched closer to the

The smell of warm oatmeal pulled Aileana out of sleep,

Aileana brushed the last bit of vegetable peelings out into

As usual, when Aileana entered the kitchen all conversation ceased.

Duncan raked his gloved hand through his hair and groaned

Aileana pounded the last of the dried marigolds into dust

Her arms felt leaden. They sagged to her sides no

Something stabbed her in the eye. Something white-hot. Bright. Twisting

Kinnon tossed back the remainder of his ale and wiped

Aileana glanced to the door again, breathing a silent prayer

Its your own fault, you know. You shouldnt have done

Silence settled on Duncan, freezing him with disbelief. The insolent

MacDonells? Aileanas heart leaped into her throat, and everything slowed

Duncan slammed open the door to his bedchamber and stopped

The wind blew its chill breath through the ruined keep.

Im glad to see you finally came to your senses,

The glen looked dim, even in the mid-morning sun. Aileana

The council had been summoned hastily, and now Duncan sat

The rattling of the door warned Aileana of her visitor

Duncan reined Glendragon to a halt and dismounted near the

Duncan awoke, gasping, and snapped up to a sitting position.

The stench slammed into him, making his stomach tighten. Duncan

Rage coursed through Duncan as he lunged forward and hauled

Mama was going to be so surprised.

Eilean Donan Castle

The Highlands, 1545

S he wouldnt wake up.

Duncan MacRae crouched over his bride and stroked her cheek, his hand trembling. In all of his nineteen years, hed never felt so afraid, so helpless. Crushed rosebuds clung to the wreath in Mairis hair, a profane reminder of the life theyd promised to each other only moments before the MacDonells attack turned their world upside down. The blooms faint, overripe fragrance made him want to retch.

His bride .

Why hadnt he been able to protect her? He was heir to the mighty clan MacRae, guardians to the Dukes of Ross. He should have known that the enemy would attackshould have known that Morgana MacDonell wouldnt rest until shed gained her vengeance.

Closing his eyes, Duncan breathed deeply. His head throbbed, and his heart ached. Christ, how had it come to this? The MacDonells had overcome the castle guards, helped by his own traitorous brother Colin in sneaking past the gate. In the battle that followed, hed fought to lead Mairi to safety. But then hed been struck from behind. Something must have happened to her after hed lost consciousness, for hed woken next to her in this cell, in the dungeons of his own keep.

And she wouldnt wake up.

Panic gripped him. His heart hammered as he stroked her cheek again, leaning close to feel her breath against his skin. Tearing a strip of his plaid, he soaked it against the wet stones and dabbed her face with it, desperate to revive her.

She made a rasping noise. The sound barely fluttered from her lips, and Duncans heart felt as if it would explode. He wanted to clasp her to him, let his strength drain into herto bring the light back into her laughter-filled eyes. Instead, he smoothed his fingers across her brow.

And then he saw it. The bloody bruise that spread back into her hairline. He breathed in sharply, a curse frozen in his throat. His touch to the spot was light, disbelieving. The hard core hed built inside himself began to crack.

Mairi, my God His fingers threaded into the pale silk of her hair, and he buried his face against the curve of her neck. She stirred, and Duncan went still with hope. He felt her deep shuddering sigh, and then nothing .

Shock lanced through him, followed by a surge of denial and agony. Frantically he searched her face, holding his breath to hear any hint of hers, pressing his palm to her breast to feel the reassuring rhythm of her heart. But all was still. Silent. Dead .

With a cry he pulled Mairi up and held her close, rocking her back and forth, until the sound of the cell door grating open raked through him.

See you found your prize, young MacRae.

Duncan stopped moving, his shoulders tensing. Gently, he laid Mairi back on the rotted pallet and stood up. He wanted to grab the unknown MacDonell cur and swipe the smirk from his face, but a wave of dizziness made him veer into the wall. Pain lodged in his skull, sending arrows of agony shooting into his eyes and neck. He bit back a groan, trying not to appear weak as he shook his head and steadied himself against the damp stones.

The man picked dirt from his thumbnail with a knife. That isnt your only surprise, though. He stepped aside, and Duncan squinted in the light that streamed through the doorway.

He heard the tread of light footsteps. An elongated shadow moved across the opening, followed by its owner, a young woman, who stepped into the slash of torchlight. In the moment it took his eyes to adjust, the image of her hammered at his senses. Tall, slender, with long, fiery hair and seductively curving lips.

Morgana MacDonell . The temptress whod destroyed his life.

Ah, Duncan. Youre not looking well. She grinned and tilted her head; the movement made a curl slide away from her breast, exposing the gilded pendant that hung round her neck. Duncan started; she wore the Ealach amulet. His amulet.

As if shed read his thoughts, Morgana raised her brows, her eyes cold, flat blue. Its mine now. It would have been ours, had you kept your promise to me. Her gaze deepened to azure, shining with excitement. But never fear. I know the Ealach s powers, and be I your wife or no, Ill be wearing it well.

Anger and the recent blow to his head prevented Duncan from speaking at first, but when he did, his voice grated with bitterness. I never pledged myself to you, Morgana.

Liar. I was to be your bride. You and the Ealach were both to be mine.

I belonged to Mairi. You said you understood my oath to her.

Aye, but I never accepted it. Morgana fingered the amulet again. Now with you or not, the Ealach is mine, brought home after a century of possession by your cursed clan. Her eyes gleamed in the light, and Duncan was struck with the intensity of her gaze. Ill be using it to impose my rule over all the Highlands.

A knot of fear curled at the base of his spine, temporarily masking his anger and pain. He knew the Ealach s powers, though for generations none had invoked its might. Legends abounded of how it had been used in the dark times. Of its force to control the mind, to deaden the souleven to kill. But no MacRae would use it for ill; each clansman took the vow before battle. Their amulet was a harbinger of prosperity, used only for good, which was why God had gifted them with possession of it.