Page 25 of Moon Craving

around to the front. She stared after him, confused and painfully disappointed when she

should never have wanted to speak to the man alone in the first place.

Her gaze swung back to the light-haired soldier where he had stopped a few feet

from the window. He looked at her, but if he was curious about her like the MacDonald

clan, he did not show it. His scarred face and gray eyes were devoid of emotion, his

square jaw set as if words would not leave his mouth anytime soon.

She stared back, uncertain if she should do or say anything.

The lack of communication stretched between them until the dark-haired man

returned, a scowl of anger twisting his masculine lips. His blue gaze seared her, his eyes

darker than the daytime sky, but nothing like the dark blue velvet of night.

Her heart beat more quickly in her chest, and she laid her hand against her throat

to ensure she was not making sounds she was unaware of.

"Why are you angry?" she felt herself asking without first thinking to do so. She

spoke in Gaelic, not so halting as it had been when she had been learning with Emily, but

at a lower volume.

She should not have spoken at all. It was forward behavior Sybil would have

scolded her severely for with a certainty.

"No one guards you."

"There are soldiers in their tents on the west side." Surely he had noticed.

"They sleep."

"They would come if I called for aid." Though honestly, she did not know if she was

capable of yelling any longer.

It had been over two years since her sister had left and equally as long since she

had someone to help her determine the height of her voice.

The man's scowl only deepened. "Where is the guard for your door?"

She so wished she could hear his voice. The pain of her loss pricked at her in a

way she had not let it do in many years. Everything else about him was the stuff dreams

were made of. No doubt his voice would be the perfect pitch for such a powerful man.

"There is none." She knew the answer was not what the man wanted to hear the

moment she'd uttered the words.