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the sounds of scraping and tearing of food, and the adjusting of elbows and shuffling of legs, there was the air of anticipated battle.

      He needed to come to some agreement with the clan’s mistress. But would she be agreeable if she was hungry and fainting? Even more so, could he remain reasonable when she was so breathtakingly beautiful to him?

      In the sunlight, her hair was raven black and just as incandescent. If it had been long, he knew its darkness would have consumed even the brightest of summer skies.

      But its chopped length surprisingly pleased him. It didn’t hide any of the womanly figure underneath. So he saw the graceful arch of her neck, the creamy texture along her nape. He could so clearly see the intimate spot where he might hover with his lips, where he might graze with his teeth, where he might kiss.

      He’d teased her about a kiss. But what had started as calculated flirting, now, in sunlight, became something more like a truth.

      It was a complicated attraction and one he didn’t want, and which she didn’t reciprocate. She wasn’t accepting his food and she didn’t raise her eyes to his. In fact, she kept looking outside the gates.

      ‘We can take food with us,’ he offered.

      ‘With us?’

      ‘I want to know the extent of the necessary repairs to be done before winter.’

      ‘Are you expecting me to show you around the...my clan?’

      ‘Certainly.’

      ‘Doona you have responsibilities here?’

      He shrugged. ‘Doona you need to eat before we go?’

      ‘Aindreas brought me food while I dressed.’

      ‘The venison. Do you not want to take some of what is offered today?’ Bram asked. They may be talking of only food, but at least she talked. Sometimes, the most heated discussions started with banalities.

      ‘Ah, aye, the food today was conveniently made.’

      ‘There was more yesterday,’ he said, letting her know he’d expected her to open the gates yesterday.

      He caught the slight curve to her lips before she looked away. He’d let her enjoy her victory, since he didn’t intend to give her others. ‘You must be eager to leave the confines of the keep?’

      ‘Very,’ she answered with the expected anger in her eyes. But there was also vulnerability. A complicated emotion he didn’t want to see.

      It wouldn’t do to feel more for this clan or this woman. Curbing his tongue, keeping his patience, he stepped back so she could walk in front of him.

      He had managed tough negotiations before; this was no different. When tempers were high, coming to any agreement was often protracted. But in the end, he always prevailed and he’d do so again. But how?

      There were secrets here and he knew precious little about this woman. A woman who held daggers and arrows. Whose hair was black as night and whose eyes were bright as a summer sky. ‘Are you averse to our making improvements and of using our supplies?’

      ‘It would be foolish of me otherwise, wouldn’t it?’

      ‘But you do not like it.’

      ‘Nae,’ she said bluntly.

      He’d get no further in that argument. ‘The fences surrounding the keep and the gates need minor changes,’ he said, changing the subject. ‘What of the keep?’

      ‘The stones hold, but much of the timber needs replacing.’ She hurried her pace towards the gates. ‘I doona want to talk of the keep today and I doona want to talk of improvements. What repairs are needed we’ll make in the spring.’

      They couldn’t make repairs on their own. The platform by the gates was crooked. The entire village was riddled with haphazard structures as if the maintenances were hurriedly or half-heartedly done.

      ‘Why are the keep and village like this?’

      ‘You knew of our clan’s poverty when you made the agreement with my father.’

      He knew something of their poverty, aye, but now that he had a closer look, it appeared as if the damage was purposefully done. He couldn’t imagine any carpenters with so little skill.

      ‘You’re not telling me everything.’

      ‘Nothing has ever been easy or comfortable here. That is all you need to know,’ she retorted.

      There had to be more to the damage here than her words belied. There were few horses, no sheep, and their fields were bare. There were too many repairs and winter stores to make up as well, if he was right about her lack of stored food. He knew what it was like to be hungry and he wouldn’t wish it even on this obstinate woman.

      Their survival was precarious here, as was their future prosperity and stability. With King John Balliol now held prisoner at the Tower, the English King Edward began to set up many sheriffs and governors. This clan’s protection, and its alliances, would be more important than ever.

      His brother Caird had warned him that there was a lot of work to do here, but even now he could feel his blood coursing excitedly at the prospect. Bram enjoyed hunting and he enjoyed play. But he also loved a challenge and the work needed here filled him with a sense of anticipation.

      No. He had to stick with the plan, which meant, come springtime, he would be gone.

      They walked around his camp, but Lioslath’s eyes remained resolutely on the village ahead. If she continued to ignore him, he wouldn’t be accepted by this clan despite the supplies he brought.

      She said she would accept his help, but she clearly didn’t want to. She was full of contradictions. He wanted to implement his plan, but she forced him to remain idle. He offered the feast in friendship and supplies in goodwill; she didn’t want to eat or discuss repairs. There were too many contrasts and contradictions. Too many factors competing.

      Competition. The thought sparked an idea.

      They’d never mend relations with tempers so high. They had to make peace if he and his men were to stay the winter and he thought he knew how to do it. ‘Winter is coming and some improvements can’t wait until spring. Our clans must work together to begin these repairs.’

      ‘Isn’t that why you feed us?’ she said.

      ‘It isn’t enough. What is needed after these many weeks is distraction. A faire. Some competitions.’

      ‘You want us to do what?’ Lioslath gasped.

      ‘We must have a competition between clans,’ Bram said.

      Games. He wanted to play games in order to defuse a fight. ‘How are games supposed to stop fighting?’

      Lioslath could feel the air clearing since they’d walked out the gates. Near the village was the forest she treasured. Even though she was supposed to be showing him the fields and the village, already she was walking to the trees, to peace.

      And he mentioned games?

      She was done with this conversation. She didn’t want to stay around listening to him until he twisted his words so she agreed with him. He wanted to talk of the village and of the fields, but to her the forest beckoned. She couldn’t wait to get to the trees, to feel the soft dirt under her feet. To hear...silence.

      ‘Are you being wilfully obtuse or do you truly not realise?’

      ‘What will it take for you to leave?’ she said, not wanting him in the trees with her.

      ‘Go?’ He frowned as if trying to guess what truth she told. ‘As the clan’s mistress, doona you want to appease ill tempers?’

      She wasn’t the clan’s mistress. The only temper she ever cared about was her own. ‘Nae.’

      His frown increased, his eyes troubled.

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