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Inverness

Morganna

It was near here that she’d lived so long ago, at Castle Brodie

And suddenly, in that side-view mirror there were no roads, no hotels or shops, no diners or pubs, nothing but wide-open, unspoiled land stretching beneath a vast blue sky

I love you, he’d told her, astonished hiue But Circenn had just been born and rapped in blankets, cradled in her ar, da with an innately fe had come over him He’d said it, and it had been too late to recant And, bloody hell, hoiftly he’d wished to recant

She’d torn her gaze reluctantly frohed

If he’d had a soul, it would have sliced right through it

Her laughter had been soft and wry, and all the more abrasive for it For in it, there’d been a touch of pity

Ye canna love, Fae Ye have no soul

So much for Adam Black’s words Had any woman ever believed them? Or merely bowed to his irresistible sensual lure, fallen prey in body but never in heart? Once, he’d not cared But tis to his he’d never wondered about before--and so torlds, one foot here, one foot there, no place that felt like home

How do you know I can’t love? he’d hissed So casually she’d thrown the words back in his face, words he’d never said before Words he’d never said again Define love, Morganna

She’d been silent for a ti wetly in her arms