Page 63 of The Highlander's Auctioned Virgin
Ciaran swallowed and the painter nodded.
“Perhaps ye could do with more lines on the hair as well,” she added, almost like an afterthought.
Ciaran sighed. It was evident that Anna knew what she was doing and he couldn't wait to see what the painting would look like at the end of the day.
That was if he survived this gruelling interrogation.
His heart rate quickened at the thought. Did this mean there’d be more interrogations like this in the future, the minute Anna became his sister-in-law?
“Next question.” Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
He straightened up as the painter continued to draw
“Ye’re about to go to war, and ye wake up one day to find that Elinor has painted yer warhorse sky blue. What do ye do?”
Even the painter froze, his brush hovering over the canvas.
Ciaran turned to Anna. “Ye cannae possibly expect me to answer that question.”
“I wouldnae have asked if I didnae want ye to answer.”
Ciaran swallowed. Had he died and suddenly gone to hell for some reason?
The painter resumed drawing.
“I shall fetch another warhorse.”
“What if there is nay other warhorse?”
“That is nae possible.”
“But what if there isnae?”
Ciaran sighed. “Then I shall take the dyed horse. How many more questions like these are ye going to ask?”
“Why? Do ye have somewhere ye need to be?”
Ciaran exhaled slowly. He was not certain how much more of this he could take, but he knew Anna would help him find out.
“Let us say ye woke up one morning and found that she had painted flowers on yer forehead and upper chest, how would ye react?”
“I am nae answering that. I’m done answering any other questions.” His voice was calm, even though he tried to suppress his annoyance.
“Why nae?”
“Why nae?” Ciaran repeated, looking up at her. “Did ye seriously just ask me why nae?”
“Aye, I just did.”
“Because these questions are childish. How about that? Elinor isnae going to paint flowers on me forehead in the middle of the night. She’s the lady of a clan, nae a child.”
“Hmm,” Anna murmured, pursing her lips. “Ye ken the questions I asked arenae just hypothetical? These are things Elinor has done in the past.”
Ciaran went still. “What?”
“Aye. Our brothers and even our faither were usually the victims of her pranks, if ye must ken.”
Ciaran shifted in his seat. “Yer faither?”
