![]() Her father looked at her as if she were a simpleton. When her heart had started beating again, she realized what he’d said. She flinched when he slammed the brush down on the table in front of her, rattling the delicate glass vials that held her perfumes and the wooden boxes for her jewelry. Hiding her relief that he hadn’t learned of her attack, she tried to keep her voice even and not focus on the heavy silver brush in his hand. ![]() Heaven help me, had he heard? Had the MacLeod chief betrayed his vow? Christina wished she could flee with her.Ĭhristina’s father loomed over her chair, his face livid. Her father wrenched the brush out of the poor girl’s hand before ordering her from the room. ![]() ![]() They’d changed out of their gowns, and the maid had just finished brushing out Beatrix’s hair and was starting on hers. Christina had noticed the MacLeod chief’s absence at the evening meal, but she didn’t attach any significance to it until her father stormed into their chamber as she and Beatrix were preparing for bed. ![]()
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