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the fairest of face and form she’d ever beheld. His features were well defined and sculpted, his jawstrong and perfect and dusted by just a hint of manly stubble.
    Hair as black as his clothes fell past his shoulders in the style of her Highland brethren. And as she stared at him, she saw the tiniest of flaws on his face. An almost invisible scar above his left eyebrow.
    But it was those black eyes that held her captive. Those deadly eyes, so dark that she couldn’t even see the pupil in them, which terrified her. For they were cold and empty. And worse, they were narrowed on her with far too much interest.
    Remembering that she was garbed as a servant and that the man before her was obviously a lord of some standing, Callie decided she had best make a hasty retreat.
    She bobbed a quick curtsy to him, grabbed Jamie’s hand and ran down the last few steps and out the door.
     
    Sin frowned at the door as it slammed shut. There had been something very strange about what had just happened. And it wasn’t the powerful, unexpected lust he had felt the moment those green eyes had met his gaze.
    Nay, his instincts had been honed from years of training. They were trying to tell him something.
    But all he could focus on was the image of the woman’s Cupid’s-bow mouth, and the strange disappointment he felt over not knowing the color of her hair.
    Indeed, her light blue veil was an abomination that did nothing for the green of her eyes or the fresh sun-kissed skin of her face.
    She had been beguiling.
    Captivating.
    And refreshingly tall.
    Standing well over six feet, he had seldom met a woman so close to his own height. Though she had been a bit too slender for his tastes, her breasts had appeared ample enough to satisfy even his lustful brother Braden.
    And her eyes…
    Vibrant and warm, they had sparkled with vitality and intelligence. They had…
    They had been too bold, he realized with a start. No servant met a lord’s gaze, and most especially not his, with such pride and unyielding directness. She hadn’t cringed from him, which meant she obviously didn’t know who he was.
    There could only be one person at King Henry’s court who wouldn’t recognize him.
    The Scotswoman.
    And she was headed for the back gate.
    Cursing, Sin bolted after her.
     
    Callie stopped abruptly as a group of knights came between her and the gate. There were six of the demons, to be sure. Six of them armed from training and on their way into the castle.
    Of all her unfortunate luck!
    Jamie’s hand trembled in her own. She gave a gentle squeeze to comfort him.
    They would simply have to try and brazen it out. Aye, with any good fortune at all, the knights would pay her no heed and would let her pass without thought.
    Lowering her gaze, she skirted the men and made for the gate.
    “Well, well,” one of the men said as she drew near. “What have we here?”
    “A fine serving wench,” another responded. “One to serve our needs finely.”
    The others laughed. “Ah, Roger, you truly have a way with words and with the peasants.”
    Callie quickened her steps.
    One of the men cut her off.
    She stopped dead in her tracks and dared a quick look to see the hunger burning in the man’s brown eyes.
    “Forgive me, milord,” she said, the title sticking in her throat. It was not in her nature to grovel or cower, and if not for her brother, she wouldn’t deign to do so now.
    But she had to get them out of here.
    “I’ve work to be aboot.” Callie cringed as she heard her brogue slip.
    “Aye, that you do,” he said, his voice low and husky. “And I definitely have a need for you to tend.” He reached down with one hand to adjust the sudden bump in his chausses.
    Callie clenched her teeth in frustration. She was caught now. Still, she wouldn’t give up without a fight.
    The knight grabbed her and pulled her close for a kiss.
    Before his lips could make contact with her own, she kicked him hard in the little bulge he seemed so very proud