The Highlander's Servant: Book One of the Highlander Possession Series by Savannah Vining Page A

the way Lachlan dropped his cup to leave it shattering on the floor next to him at being so surprised by their sudden entrance, or the way his eyes focused on her small form and his voice lowered to a dangerous tone as he said, “What is the matter of this?”
                  Alana answered for her in haste, saying two words that had left Lachlan in a furry, “Graham Ruskin.”
                  His eyes never moved from Kirstin’s petite form as he stalked towards her, and just like that, he had embraced her in his arms and she broke down. She did not fear showing weakness in front of him, but she did fear his next words as he slightly let go of her to tilt her chin up towards his face, “I will kill him for whatever he has done to ye.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Fourteen
     
                  Kirstin had been so distraught that Alana had to explain to Lachlan what little she knew of the occurrence between Kirstin and Graham. Without doubt, Kirstin knew that Lachlan would eventually try to pry more information out of her, so it was no surprise when he showed up at the door of her bedroom. He did not knock before entering, as her door was slightly left ajar, and he could see his betrothed sitting on the side of her bed. She had obviously been sobbing but had calmed down because Kirstin was left wiping the tears away from her eyes.
                  Lachlan said nothing at first, as he took a seat next to her. He put a hand over hers and placed it in his lap, stroking small designs into her palm. The motion seemed to calm her even more because her shoulders relaxed from their tense state, and she breathed out a relaxed sigh. Kirstin put her head against his shoulder, and then he finally spoke.
                  “Why did ye no’ tell me of Graham before?” he asked calmly but Kirstin could tell he was angry by the slight resonance his tone held.
                  “I,” she began but hesitated just briefly, “I did no’ think much of it. I thought he was just another suitor until he made it clear that he was Laird of the Ruskin Clan.”
                  “Mayhap ye should have told me of him?” Lachlan said, tensing.
    Kirstin sat up to look him in the eye, “I told ye before, I did no’ think much of him. I always shun him away when he talks to me. Lachlan,” she said, realizing the odd timbre in his tone, “Ye donna think me of betraying ye?”
    Lachlan shook his head, “No’ in the way that your heart beats for another, but Kirstin,” he squeezed her hand, “Ye need to tell me if something doesna seem right, and ye need to tell me if another man is being a nuisance to ye.”
    A guilty look spread over her face and she once again regretted not telling him about Graham sooner, “I apologize,” she whispered, “I honestly did no’ think it would get this bad.”
    “Aye,” he said, letting go of her hand to caress the side of her face, “but it has and now we must do something about him, and before he finds out whom yer parents are, too.”
    “Aye.” Kirstin agreed, fearful for her parents now, “Mayhap I should write them a letter to explain everything that has happened in the past several weeks?”
    “That would be a good idea,” agreed Lachlan, “I will give ye some ink and paper.”
    Kirstin gave a small smile in response, as if to thank him for his kindness and understanding. Then, Lachlan placed his lips against hers leaving a light kiss that left her flushed.  
    “I will send someone for yer ink and paper, but for now, I must get back to my duties as laird.” He said, standing up.
    Kirstin watched him leave but before he had gotten the chance to open the door, she called out to him, “Will I see ye at dusk?”
    “Aye,” he assured her and flashing a grin, “I will come for ye myself.”
    His response only made Kirstin all the more