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Would the Keltar, like Gabrielle, be reluctant to trust him? Reluctant to do what he needed the his jaw, he stared out theof the rental car, forcing hihts of whether those tould welcome or revile him--what mattered was that they’d crossed the queen’s wards several leagues back, and Gabrielle was now on protected ground--he’d deal hatever else came to pass He’d spenthis own ass for what had happened in Atlanta: Because he’d been so selfishly intent on seducing her, on binding her to hi bastard; you’re not invincible any her, he could have lost his Sidhe-seer in that hotel rooile, precious life could have been snuffed out, freeing her soul to go places he could never follow, not even with all his powers restored Merely thinking about it ain Bad thing about being huet tense He’d gotten his first headache on the plane He had no desire to get another one Ever Nor did he appreciate the sick feeling in his sto but holding her tightly had see slowly, he forced his attention outward, to the countryside, a vista of which he never tired

At that moment, the car veered sharply to the left, then back just as sharply, and Ada she’d probably hit hi (if one could call it that) when they’d acquired the cra that the effects of the féth fiada enshrouding hiht cause accidents were he to drive Unaccusto" side of the car, on the "wrong" side of the road, she was having a time of it

For heaven’s sake, if the sheep would just stop catapulting theht have a chance! she’d snapped the last tihed They co from the sky

Poppycock Sheep trundle Slow as snails If you’d quit rubbernecking, trying to look everywhere at once, you’d see the, he’d teased By Danu, he adored her fine-featured face, the expressions that flitted across it, her te, just for the pleasure of watching it burn

Right I’m supposed to drive past Loch Ness and not look at it? What if Nessie pops her head up and I miss it? You’ve been around for thousands of years I’ve never been to Scotland They should keep the damned sheep off the road Put up fences Why are there no fences in Scotland? Don’t they believe in protecting the tourists? And what’s wrong with two-lane roads? Have they never heard of two-lane roads?

If it’s not two lanes, ka-lyrra, how are you having such a hard ti on your side of it?

She’d bared her teeth in a ferocious little scowl and he’d had to bite the inside of hisher into his ar her, which would have certainly resulted in a wreck

Okay, one and a half lanes, she’d begrudged irritably I’ to stay on lare, she’d pro sheep and driving wrong-sided twice-over, spendingnot to laugh

He relished her reaction to the land he’d long loved best, far more than Ireland, perhaps ive it no rhy to him Always had If Gabrielle’s inability to keep her eyes (and the car) on the road was any indication, Scotland was exerting the same ineffable pull on her too

And how could it not? Late suhlands, the hills dappled with the colors of the waning season: the deep reddish-purple of bell heather, the pale pink cross-leaved heath, the heart-shaped silver heads of sillar shakles It would be a feeeks yet before ling and heather truly began to paint entire hillsides with their purple-pink haze, and he found hi they’d still be there to see it

He’d like to see Gabrielle running through a field of heather; he’d like to strip her naked and push her down in it and have his wicked ith her

And he would, he promised hi before they were at the Castle Keltar The lights of Inverness were even now fading away in his side-view mirror