Page 80 of The Laird who Craved her

"He murders children?"

Claire frowned deeply at the vile accusation. "Of course nae."

Callum took another slow, deliberate step toward her. "So where does goodness end?" he asked softly.

She looked at him steadily, refusing to be intimidated. "I dinnae understand."

"At what point does a good man stop being good?" Callum pressed. "When he has to make difficult choices? When another family pays the ultimate price for his own prosperity?"

His damning words hung heavily in the freezing night air. Claire searched his scarred face, desperate to make him understand the man she loved.

"I have seen Finn make choices that broke his own heart," she told him.

"And yet he still made them," Callum countered instantly.

"Because he put his people first," Claire defended.

Callum laughed quietly, a dark, bitter sound. "There it is."

"What?" Claire asked.

"The convenient story he tells," Callum sneered.

"Nay." Claire shook her head fiercely. "The truth I have seen with me own eyes." She leaned forward as far as the binding ropes allowed. "I have watched him give away food that should have been his own. I have watched him ride through terrible storms to save complete strangers. I have watched him carry the heavy weight of every single person in his clan as though it were his alone." Her voice softened, thick with emotion. "He sent me away this morning."

Callum's jaw tightened. "He dinnae want to," Claire continued. "He believed it would keep me alive. He broke his own heart to protect me."

For the first time, something genuinely dangerous flickered across Callum's scarred face. "He always was good at making a brutal sacrifice look noble," Callum spat.

Claire frowned, catching the slip. "Ye speak as though ye ken him."

"I ken exactly what sort of man he is," Callum growled.

"Nay," Claire met his furious gaze without flinching. "Ye ken the man ye have spent seven long years hating. I ken the man I have spent weeks living beside." She drew a slow, steadying breath. "They are nae the same man."

The fire cracked loudly, shooting sparks into the air, while none of the other men dared to speak a word.

"Did he tell ye about the clan that disappeared?" Callum's voice dropped even lower, vibrating with rage.

"He told me there was war," Claire answered.

"Convenient," Callum mocked.

"He told me there was famine."

"Convenient."

"He told me men died."

"Convenient," Callum repeated, his voice rising.

Claire felt a sudden, hot anger completely replacing her fear. "He never once spoke with hatred," she declared loudly. "He never celebrated his victory, and he never blamed those who suffered." She looked directly into Callum's burning eyes, delivering the final, devastating blow. "If he had truly been the ruthless monster ye claim... he would never have spared ye."

"What did ye say?" he whispered dangerously.

Claire absolutely refused to look away from him. "I said if Finn had been cruel... ye wouldnae be standing here," she repeated boldly. "He could have easily killed the last heir of a rival clan, but he dinnae. Because that is nae the man he is."

For one agonizing heartbeat, Callum simply stared at her in shock. Then, the seven long years of festering bitterness finally broke through his control.