to drink some damn water? How much more am I supposed to
take? This is medieval! Oh wait, this really is
medieval.
Ginny turned to face the men. “I
was very thirsty. I found this pitcher with water and was drinking
it,” Ginny said in as sweet a voice as she could muster considering
her circumstances, her position as a pariah, her lack of sleep, and
her current state of uncleanliness.
Ian had about enough insolence
from this wisp of a woman. Did she not understand anything of the
way things were done. She was not a guest, she now belonged to him
and would behave as such. “Who told ya that ya could drink the
water?” Ian asked, obviously trying to control his unfounded anger,
again.
Ginny stood up. “No one. I assumed
it was here for anyone who was thirsty.”
“Ya assumed incorrectly,” Ian face
was almost comical. Why would something so innocuous be such a
source of contempt.
Ian had been laird only a short
time, but had come to expect certain behavior from his clan. It was
high time that this Englishwoman learn her place, which was
extremely low in his estimation. His only problem was, he still
needed to figure out where she would fit in. Now, as on other
occasions, Ian realized that he had no idea where she would fit in.
The reactions of his clan proved that she would never be accepted.
Perhaps it was a bad idea to bring her here.
Ginny had enough. She was about to
start freaking out, when all of a sudden, surprising everyone,
including herself, she began to laugh. At first, just a giggle.
Then it exploded into full blown fits of doubled over laughter.
Tears were streaming from her eyes and she could barely breathe.
The situation was so ridiculous, she had no choice. She needed to
blow off steam and this was infinitely better than freaking out on
three men twice her size.
Ian watched her in disbelief. He
could feel Broderick stiffen and should do something to quash this
rebellion right now before things got out of hand, but Ian was
dumbfounded by her audacity. How could she not realize her danger?
Could she be that addle-brained not to recognize the level of
disrespect she was demonstrating?
Just as she was about to control
herself, she looked up to see Broderick coming toward her. She
looked him in the eye right before the blow sent her flying to the
ground. It took a full fifteen seconds before Ginny realized what
had happened. Frankenstein had back handed her. Pain shot through
Ginny's face like fire. She couldn't see straight, except for the
stars that wouldn't dissipate. A primal anger grew in Ginny's
chest, unlike anything she'd ever experienced before in her life.
It was one of those scary moments when you realize you could kill
someone. Like when a parent sees someone harm her child and knows
with absolute certainty that she could easily destroy another human
being.
Ginny stood up slowly. She pulled
herself to her full height and walked over to Broderick, who, for
the first time since she met him, had a smile on his face. He spoke
in his usual menacing tone, “Ya'll show respect to your
laird.”
“He's not my laird, you overgrown
piece of crap.” And before Frankenstein could react, Ginny punched
him square in the nuts. Not any punch... Ginny linked her hands
together and shot upward with all her strength. Since he was not
expecting it, she had a clear shot with no way for Broderick to
protect himself.
Broderick was twice her size and
easily three times her weight, but Ginny toppled him like shaky
house of cards. When he hit the floor, the building shook. She had
succeeded in knocking the breath out of him as well as eliminating
his chances of bearing children. Thank God
there won't be any little Frankenstein's running
around , she thought merrily.
Ginny looked at the other two men
standing there, gawking at her in amazement. Broderick still hadn't
tried to get up. Ginny stepped over his massive frame and stood
before Ian and Alec.
“You condone hitting defenseless
women in your clan? What
take? This is medieval! Oh wait, this really is
medieval.
Ginny turned to face the men. “I
was very thirsty. I found this pitcher with water and was drinking
it,” Ginny said in as sweet a voice as she could muster considering
her circumstances, her position as a pariah, her lack of sleep, and
her current state of uncleanliness.
Ian had about enough insolence
from this wisp of a woman. Did she not understand anything of the
way things were done. She was not a guest, she now belonged to him
and would behave as such. “Who told ya that ya could drink the
water?” Ian asked, obviously trying to control his unfounded anger,
again.
Ginny stood up. “No one. I assumed
it was here for anyone who was thirsty.”
“Ya assumed incorrectly,” Ian face
was almost comical. Why would something so innocuous be such a
source of contempt.
Ian had been laird only a short
time, but had come to expect certain behavior from his clan. It was
high time that this Englishwoman learn her place, which was
extremely low in his estimation. His only problem was, he still
needed to figure out where she would fit in. Now, as on other
occasions, Ian realized that he had no idea where she would fit in.
The reactions of his clan proved that she would never be accepted.
Perhaps it was a bad idea to bring her here.
Ginny had enough. She was about to
start freaking out, when all of a sudden, surprising everyone,
including herself, she began to laugh. At first, just a giggle.
Then it exploded into full blown fits of doubled over laughter.
Tears were streaming from her eyes and she could barely breathe.
The situation was so ridiculous, she had no choice. She needed to
blow off steam and this was infinitely better than freaking out on
three men twice her size.
Ian watched her in disbelief. He
could feel Broderick stiffen and should do something to quash this
rebellion right now before things got out of hand, but Ian was
dumbfounded by her audacity. How could she not realize her danger?
Could she be that addle-brained not to recognize the level of
disrespect she was demonstrating?
Just as she was about to control
herself, she looked up to see Broderick coming toward her. She
looked him in the eye right before the blow sent her flying to the
ground. It took a full fifteen seconds before Ginny realized what
had happened. Frankenstein had back handed her. Pain shot through
Ginny's face like fire. She couldn't see straight, except for the
stars that wouldn't dissipate. A primal anger grew in Ginny's
chest, unlike anything she'd ever experienced before in her life.
It was one of those scary moments when you realize you could kill
someone. Like when a parent sees someone harm her child and knows
with absolute certainty that she could easily destroy another human
being.
Ginny stood up slowly. She pulled
herself to her full height and walked over to Broderick, who, for
the first time since she met him, had a smile on his face. He spoke
in his usual menacing tone, “Ya'll show respect to your
laird.”
“He's not my laird, you overgrown
piece of crap.” And before Frankenstein could react, Ginny punched
him square in the nuts. Not any punch... Ginny linked her hands
together and shot upward with all her strength. Since he was not
expecting it, she had a clear shot with no way for Broderick to
protect himself.
Broderick was twice her size and
easily three times her weight, but Ginny toppled him like shaky
house of cards. When he hit the floor, the building shook. She had
succeeded in knocking the breath out of him as well as eliminating
his chances of bearing children. Thank God
there won't be any little Frankenstein's running
around , she thought merrily.
Ginny looked at the other two men
standing there, gawking at her in amazement. Broderick still hadn't
tried to get up. Ginny stepped over his massive frame and stood
before Ian and Alec.
“You condone hitting defenseless
women in your clan? What
Similar Books
