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By the saints

Highlander Finn Mac Néill had walked the Scots borders long enough to know the oaths of the Lowlanders And at a sight like the one before him—a wanton maid enraptured by the floater over her bare breasts—he thought the plea appropriate

Stilling himself utterly so as not to be overheard, he saw no har and uninterrupted view The ends of the maid’s dark, unbound hair slipped into the current as she leaned forward, clinging in wet pieces to the bountiful expanse of pale, creamy flesh Her eyes closed as if in a seductive trance Inky lashes fanned her flushed cheeks while a plump, rosebud mouth pursed in a soft bow of surprise

For athe countryside in search of a killer for weeks, nay moons, this picture of delectable sweetness was a momentary pleasure he could never have foreseen

The dark-haired beauty was garbed, but with the way the water sealed her skirts to her legs, she hs and womanly hips was all too apparent Her simple tunic was equally soaked, but she’d lowered the top half so much that Finn could spy the rosy tip of each breast, puckered and pink from the water’s chill Perfectly shaped for a man’s mouth

Sing hard, he ree in this vie could he think of his own desires when his brother’s spirit roaeance that only a mortal sword could inflict?

As he saw the own back into place, Finn ust He watched as she peered about the clearing with the keen and narrowed gaze of a huntress, studying the trees, her gray eyes stopping when she spotted him

What did the lass think in that silent ard? Did the nymph see in him a chance to slake her lust? Perhaps she considered the merits of a man’s hands to soothe her fiery flesh instead of the icy stream

But any thought of being dragged behind the bushes to bed a woodland seductress was dashed when the lady began to scream

“Stand back, devil’s spawn!” she shrieked, turning to run toward the horse tethered nearby

Near him

Her boots kicked upher soaked skirts even though she clutched the him that he would appear as no friend to a sih he had not ledcloak of the Highland warlords He had never bothered adopting the shorter hauberk of the natives, since his size and fierce aspect lance