Page 106 of Highlanders for the Holidays
Was she saying that to dissuade him, or did she believe it?
“Ye cannot fight fate, lass,” he said.
“If I hadThe Sight,” she said, “I would have known not to walk to the border and risk dying on that hillside, now wouldn’t I?”
“A seer cannot always see her own fate,” he said, making it up as he went. “Have ye considered that ye were on that hillside because I was meant to find ye?”
Perhaps they were fated to be together.
She stared at him for a long moment, and he wondered if she shared the same thought. But then she spun away to face the wall, as if she could not stand to look at him. He watched her profile, illuminated in the glow of the torchlight.
“You’re a thick-headed man,” she said. “I want to go home.”
Her declaration pierced him. Though she had been so frightened of the London mobs that she traveled hundreds of miles alone into a strange land to escape, she would rather return than be with him.
“I’ve told ye, ’tis too dangerous to sail the open sea with winter upon us.”
“I don’t care,” she said, folding her arms. “I’m going anyway.”
“The Lord of the Isles wishes ye to remain on MacDonald lands,” he said. “No boat will take you away against his wishes.”
When she squeezed her eyes shut and pounded her fist against the wall, he felt as if a giant hole had opened beneath him, and he was falling fast.
