Kresley Cole - [MacCarrick Brothers 03] by If You Deceive Page B

bewhiskered son entering the tavern. Of all the people.
    Ethan recalled then that the MacReedy family had a hunting lodge in the Lake District and spent the fall at leisure in this area. Ethan knew a lot of things about the MacReedys—he’d been a day away from marrying Arthur’s daughter, Sarah.
    Meeting up with them now was a timely reminder of when Ethan had ignored the curse and sought to have a normal life, to take a bride, and try to father an heir.
    To get past what had been done to him.
    His planned marriage to her had in no way been a love match—he and Sarah had never met until the days leading up to the ceremony—but the union had made sense. Sarah had been a renowned beauty, and Ethan had been a wealthy young laird. Everything was supposed to have been settled—until the night before their wedding, when she’d stood at a high turret of his family’s ancient hold. She’d gazed at his face, at his newly healed scar, alternately with pity and disgust.
    He reached out his hand and rasped, “You doona have to marry me, Sarah….”
    “Kavanagh,” MacReedy the elder said, nodding at him once, respectfully—as he should.
    In return, Ethan cast the man the menacing expression he deserved. MacReedy and his son walked on.
    When the barmaid finally sauntered over to Ethan’s table, she averted her eyes, no doubt thinking that with eye contact, he would proposition her. After all, a man with a face like his would have to be paying for it.
    He was sick of the furtive looks or horrified glances women always cast him. What he wouldn’t give for a woman to look him full in the face and address the fact that he was scarred, maybe even say, “How did you receive such an injury?” He would never reveal the truth, of course, but he wanted to experience what it would be like simply to have the subject on the table for once.
    Without facing him, the barmaid asked him what he wanted to drink or eat. He declined curtly, though he was tempted to snap, “As if I’d have you. Just five nights ago, I took a woman who would shame you.”
    And there his thoughts turned to Madeleine yet again—Madeleine Van Rowen . Ethan had barely hidden his amazement when Quin had revealed the girl’s identity, though the connection wasn’t improbable. The Weylands had a family seat near Iveley Hall, the former Van Rowen manor—which Ethan had seized at Van Rowen’s death. It made sense that upper-class families like theirs in the same county would associate.
    Yet Ethan could scarcely believe he’d slept with the girl, the Maddy referred to on that night—the one mention that had turned the tide of Ethan’s fate, putting Van Rowen in a fury.
    Learning Madeleine’s identity had made Ethan reevaluate the entire night of the masquerade. The morning after, he’d practically convinced himself that she’d been innocent of any deceit. He’d only recognized how truly devious she’d been, how arrogant, when he’d discovered that she was the child of two of the most vile people he had ever imagined.
    Ethan had always heard that those in desperate situations behaved in unpredictable ways. This had not been so for the Van Rowens. They had been so easily manipulated that Ethan’s revenge hadn’t satisfied whatsoever.
    Van Rowen had already been in financial straits. He’d leveraged all his lands and investments to pay for his much younger wife’s jewels and silks, frantic to keep her happy.
    Working insidiously, Ethan had bought up the man’s loans, forcing himself to act slowly, though he’d burned to make them pay. He had never let them know he’d been the catalyst for their ruin, and they’d never suspected a young Scot could destroy a powerful English landholder.
    So many accused Ethan of being unfeeling. In truth, he felt too strongly—always had—and Ethan’s hatred for the Van Rowens had boiled over into every aspect of his life. He’d tried to let the revenge go when he’d won—when Van Rowen and Brymer had been