Moon Awakening by Lucy Monroe

was all this talk of beasts? Was Ulf trying to say that lust was a beast? She'd heard it described thus by the priest that served her father's barony, but Ulf did not seem a religious man who would eschew the pleasures of the flesh. Did he mean to imply that he did not have the same beast raging in himself, or simply that he felt no such thing for her?
    She suspected the latter and did not feel in the least offended by it. Relieved more like.
    Ulf's sneer was now directed entirely at his brother. "Then prove your superiority instead of making a mockery of it."
    Lachlan sighed. "She is innocent."
    Emily was confused. Of what had she been accused?
    "You kissed her to determine if she had been touched or not?" Ulf asked, sounding marginally approving. "To test whether or not she told the truth?"
    "Yes."
    Emily stared at both men for several seconds before fully comprehending the import of their conversation. When she did, she wished the earth would open up and swallow her. She had responded with lascivious abandon to a test the odious laird had been making on the veracity of her words. While she had been lost to something beautiful and she had believed meaningful, he had merely been trying to discern if she told the truth or not.
    It was humiliating… and it hurt.
    Nevertheless, she was shocked he'd drawn that conclusion, considering how wantonly she had incited his ardor.
    "He might refuse to touch an English wife," Ulf mused.
    "Not even for the sake of his pride would a Chrechte warrior refuse to mate his wife. Honor demands he touch no other." Lachlan shook his head. "Nay. She is not his wife and we have only her word she is his betrothed, though I am inclined to believe that part of her story."
    "You are certain of her innocence?"
    "He has never even kissed her."
    Ulf looked at Emily, his expression mocking. "She is that unskilled?"
    "She is completely untouched."
    "She
was
," Ulf said with a smirk, now obviously thinking his brother's actions bordered on the heroic.
    Why shouldn't he? She had been thoroughly humiliated by her response to the kiss. And that had to be obvious by the blush burning her face and neck. No doubt Ulf was most pleased by such a circumstance, but she wanted to strangle Lachlan.
    He had promised not to hurt her, but once again he had lied… for he had hurt her more than she wanted to admit, and not merely her pride. She felt wounded, but she would not give him or his horrible brother the satisfaction of knowing that.
    And she was never going to believe another word Lachlan said. A man who could kiss like he meant it—but didn't—could not be trusted.
    When they got back to the others, Emily forced herself to apologize to the warrior she had hit with the driftwood. Her words were met with a shrug and then the man turned his back on her.
    Fine. She wasn't going to be hurt by his rejection. She was through being so tenderhearted around these barbarians. She took their feelings toward her entirely too seriously. Hadn't she lived almost her whole life with her father and stepmother thinking less of her than if she were a servant in their household?
    The only person in the world who truly loved her like family was supposed to was her sister Abigail. And Emily was in the Highlands to spare her sister the same fate. She could face anything and anyone for such a cause.
    She wasn't going to run again… unless she was sure of her destination and her chances of true escape were high. She was going to endure and do it with a smile on her face just to confuse them. She would show them she was no weakling, no matter how foolishly she had behaved thus far.
    Cait rushed to her side and took both Emily's hands in hers. "Are you all right?"
    Emily squeezed Cait's fingers. "I am fine. I do not know why I ran. It was foolish."
    "Your emotions overcame you. I could see it happening, but could do nothing to help you. It was not surprising after the time in the boat. You were terrified; I could smell your fear. You