“Certainly not on a three-hour ride to the far-flung clachans and back. But Alexander had felt the need to ride. To run. The horror of the duke’s ultimatum rang in his soul, and, wrapped with it, a bone-chilling panic. It was over. All he’d built. All he’d fought for. All he’d struggled to protect. All gone. With one decision, the Duke of Caithness would wipe it all away, along with a thousand years of Scots history. And there was nothing he could do or say to stop it. Change it. And it hardly m...attered which decision he made. To clear the land and remain laird or lose his station. Both were untenable. As he passed his people on the road and they lifted their hands in cheery greetings, Alexander was stultified by the knowledge that he’d failed them. Utterly failed them all. And worse, he’d failed Hannah. How could he survive the look of pity or, worse, the contempt in her eyes? Even if she didn’t repudiate him, if he lost his title and his lands where would they go? Where would they live?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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