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know she needed to discover anything she could of them.
    How she yearned to see the mountains of the Highlands and feel the snow on her face. But she couldn’t leave. Not yet. There was still information to be gathered.
    Larena walked past a bush of vibrant yellow roses and sat on a stone bench that offered some seclusion. The fragrance of the flowers swirled around her, taking away the reek of stale breath and sweaty bodies.
    With her hands planted behind her, Larena leaned back and tilted her face to the sky where the rays of the sun filtered through the heavy clouds. It would rain soon, and she would have to stay indoors.
    Her mind wandered until she recalled the news that had reached her two weeks past about the MacLeod brothers. She trusted Camdyn MacKenna because he was a Warrior, and he had no reason to lie.
    There were few people she relied upon. She had learned the hard way that trust was something someone earned. Camdyn had earned her trust, or at least part of it. There were things that no one could know about her. The ramifications were too dangerous for everyone involved.
    Among all the people of her acquaintance there was only one she truly trusted, her cousin Malcolm. Malcolm shouldn’t know her secrets either, but he had learned one of hers when he was just a young lad of seven summers.
    She knew she needed to try and convince Malcolm to return to his clan, the clan that had banished her. Every time she brought it up, he would argue that as powerful as she was, she needed someone to help her.
    And since she was a woman, apparently that was the truth.
    The crunch of a shoe on the grass brought Larena’s head around. She smiled when she saw Malcolm’s steady bright blue gaze on her. He was tall and carried himself like the lord he was. As the first son to the Monroe, he had the upbringing and the blood of a noble.
    It was his face, though, that made women swoon. His features were perfectly proportioned, with a square jaw and long, regal nose. His mouth was wide and his lips full. And he could charm the gown off a nun.
    “I thought I would find you here.” His deep voice was low, smooth, as he sat beside her. “I gather you’ve heard?”
    “About the man claiming to be a MacLeod?”
    He nodded and swept his fingers through his blond waves that constantly fell into his eyes. “I tried to meet him, but I’ve been unable to find him.”
    “I saw him speak to Iver MacNeil.”
    Malcolm groaned as his lips flattened. “That imbecile? I avoid Iver at all costs, but for you, my dear, I will see what I can discover.”
    She smiled when he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. The warmth in his eyes wasn’t that of a lover, but that of a man who was more of a brother. “You are too good to me.”
    “Nay. If I was, we would be long gone from this vile pit. I know you wish to leave.”
    She placed her other hand over the one that still gripped hers. “I have a destiny, Malcolm. I will see it through.”
    “If it is one of the MacLeods, what will you do?”
    “I will talk to him.”
    “And if he doesna believe you?”
    She glanced away, hating the fear that swam in her stomach. “Then I will show him.”
    “You’re taking a terrible risk, Larena. This could be a ruse from Deirdre.”
    “She doesn’t know of me. I’ve fooled her so far. I will continue to do so until the time comes to bring her down.”
    Malcolm lowered their hands to the bench. “I’d rather be with you when you talk to MacLeod.”
    “Nay. I must do it alone. There are things that need to be said. If he is a Warrior, he won’t trust anyone to speak as freely as I need him to.”
    Malcolm leaned close and kissed her cheek. “Just be careful.”
    “Don’t worry. Soon, I will be gone and you will be free to marry that pretty auburn-haired girl I’ve seen you smiling at.”
    Malcolm threw back his head and laughed, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’ve been so intent on other things I didna think you had