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He did not know the voice, but he felt he should Quiet yet deterht in his chest and gripped, hard The voice tugged at hi hi all evening

Gregor turned and looked up from the colorless swirl of liquid at the bottoure hovered by his encased in tartan trews and dusty riding boots Briefly her iether, but then instead of going away it steadied This was indeed a woain, owlishly, studying her face White skin, pale blue eyes and fla candlelight

Was such a thing likely? Or was he now having visions?

But if she was a vision, he was not alone in seeing her The groups of ely silent Hardened soldiers,shoulders with artisans fro countryside They were staring at her, as astonished and mystified as he by her sudden appearance in their …nor did they want to

“It is Captain Gregor Grant?”

The angel spoke again, in her English accent, a voice oddly precise and deor frowned and looked into her eyes They were, he thought with surprise, the exact blue of a Highland su while he had the urge to paint, to draw, to capture so instead on the dull, heavy throbbing in his arm where Airdy’s sword had slashed deep, and the dry whiskey burn in his throat The vision wanted conversation? Aye, then he’d give her conversation!

“I aor Grant,” he admitted at last, his voice a little slurred from the whiskey but mostly from the pain

The angel took a deep breath, her breasts swelling under the fitted jacket in a e breasts, but nor were they sht, plue hands To his surprise, desire sprang to life in his groin Would she sit on his knee, he wondered feverishly, and let him unfasten those buttons one by one?

It was the silence that recalled hior peered up into her eyes, and realized she aiting to regain his notice There was a wash of pink in her cheeks, and now the pale blue gaze held an edginess

“I require your help, Captain Grant,” she said, tightening her mouth “For that I need you sober Are you often under the influence of strong drink? It is my rule that all men in my service are sober when in my presence”

He frowned, trying to puzzle out the difference bethat she was saying and what she meant His head felt as if it were stuffed with sheep’s wool “I ah it is sometimes my pleasure to service women”

She did not appreciate his ribald wit He had insulted her The pink in her cheeks ripened and her blue eyes turned stormy

Gregor shook his head in bewilderment The effect of

the whiskey was alun to feel sick fro in his arht m’out in this place?”

The words had sounded fine in his head, but his ain, and waved at the scene around thely cut on the back of his hand Yet another reminder of his dawn duel