were racing as Malcolm led her back toward his men. Damn! I wish my head would stop pounding so I can think. My dream didn’t show me getting caught by this guy. And just exactly where am I? The dream was of twelfth century Scotland... Her eyes darted in alarm to the pile of rubble a few yards from them . Oh shit! I thought time travel was a fantasy! It must have been caused by the force of the blast.
She hadn’t realized the differences before when she awoke. It was too quiet. Normally there was always some sounds caused by civilization. She had noticed the same quietude after September eleventh when all the air traffic had been grounded. It was eery. She shuddered. The smells were not the same either. Inhaling deeply, the air smelled crisp and clean. Heavenly! A giggle escaped her.
Malcolm gave her a curious look. Does she nae understand the danger she is in? Mayhap she is a witch after all...or daft. It did not matter. Eying her clothing, a wave of lust shot through him. She wore form fitting jeans topped off with a snug sweater revealing every sensuous curve of her body...even her nipples were visible. A low growl rumbled in his chest.
“Who are you? I have told you my name . It is quite rude of you to not tell me yours.”
He halted. “Ye do nae ken who I am?”
She shook her head, instantly regretting the action as pain shot through her temple.
He snorted. “Nae a very good seer, are ye? I be Malcolm Maclean, Chief of the Macleans! And ye will be me bride afore nightfall.”
Arianna’s mouth fell open in shock. There’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that that’s going to happen! I know that I’m meant for the ‘other’...whoever he is. I have to get away from these lunatics! She smiled up at his rugged face.
“You want to wed me? How exciting! Where is your priest? I will not settle for less than a proper wedding.” She glanced at his clansmen expectantly, searching for the clergy.
She IS daft! Very well. Since she seems ta be willing I will take her to the abby. An agreeable bride makes for a better wedding night .
“There is an abby a league from here. We will wed there. Mount your steed so we may leave here.”
She flashed her teeth in a satisfied grin then leapt into Shalizar’s saddle. A burly Scotsman reached for the reins to lead her mount. The black stallion scre amed in protest as he reared up then spr a ng forward as if shot from a bow, racing across the glen to the north. Arianna leaned low over his neck as he found his stride. “Fly, my pet.” Behind her she heard the men shouting in confusion as they hurried to give chase. The pounding of hooves drew closer but she dared not look back.
A road appeared on the other side and she steered her mount onto it, never breaking their stride. Rounding a curve, her eyes widene d in dismay. Before her was at least thirty mounted Highlanders blocking her way.
Determined not to stop, she gave Shalizar his head and barreled down on them. The terrified guard smen scattered out of her way except for one man. Her neck began to burn as the tattoo glowed irridescently the closer she came . Their eyes locked.
“Duck!” she screamed in a panic as Shalizar gathered himself to leap over the obstacle.
Lucian was entranced by her wild beauty. S he will stop...I think. Jesu! She thinks to jump me like a wall! Realizing that he had misjudged her actions, he la y flat on his destriar’s back as he felt the breeze of their passing inches from his backside. He turned his head quickly to see her land safely and continue on her way. What a little hellion! Father chose well. He grinned as he straightened on his mount, then jerked his head around at the sound of riders.
“T a me men. She will nae go far.” His guard lined up in formation just as Malcolm and his men pulled up before them.
The Earl eyed the tresspassers with disdain, settling his gaze on Malcolm. Eyes hard as flint, he growled at him.
“Let us pass, Dunbar. I have a need t a recover m
She hadn’t realized the differences before when she awoke. It was too quiet. Normally there was always some sounds caused by civilization. She had noticed the same quietude after September eleventh when all the air traffic had been grounded. It was eery. She shuddered. The smells were not the same either. Inhaling deeply, the air smelled crisp and clean. Heavenly! A giggle escaped her.
Malcolm gave her a curious look. Does she nae understand the danger she is in? Mayhap she is a witch after all...or daft. It did not matter. Eying her clothing, a wave of lust shot through him. She wore form fitting jeans topped off with a snug sweater revealing every sensuous curve of her body...even her nipples were visible. A low growl rumbled in his chest.
“Who are you? I have told you my name . It is quite rude of you to not tell me yours.”
He halted. “Ye do nae ken who I am?”
She shook her head, instantly regretting the action as pain shot through her temple.
He snorted. “Nae a very good seer, are ye? I be Malcolm Maclean, Chief of the Macleans! And ye will be me bride afore nightfall.”
Arianna’s mouth fell open in shock. There’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that that’s going to happen! I know that I’m meant for the ‘other’...whoever he is. I have to get away from these lunatics! She smiled up at his rugged face.
“You want to wed me? How exciting! Where is your priest? I will not settle for less than a proper wedding.” She glanced at his clansmen expectantly, searching for the clergy.
She IS daft! Very well. Since she seems ta be willing I will take her to the abby. An agreeable bride makes for a better wedding night .
“There is an abby a league from here. We will wed there. Mount your steed so we may leave here.”
She flashed her teeth in a satisfied grin then leapt into Shalizar’s saddle. A burly Scotsman reached for the reins to lead her mount. The black stallion scre amed in protest as he reared up then spr a ng forward as if shot from a bow, racing across the glen to the north. Arianna leaned low over his neck as he found his stride. “Fly, my pet.” Behind her she heard the men shouting in confusion as they hurried to give chase. The pounding of hooves drew closer but she dared not look back.
A road appeared on the other side and she steered her mount onto it, never breaking their stride. Rounding a curve, her eyes widene d in dismay. Before her was at least thirty mounted Highlanders blocking her way.
Determined not to stop, she gave Shalizar his head and barreled down on them. The terrified guard smen scattered out of her way except for one man. Her neck began to burn as the tattoo glowed irridescently the closer she came . Their eyes locked.
“Duck!” she screamed in a panic as Shalizar gathered himself to leap over the obstacle.
Lucian was entranced by her wild beauty. S he will stop...I think. Jesu! She thinks to jump me like a wall! Realizing that he had misjudged her actions, he la y flat on his destriar’s back as he felt the breeze of their passing inches from his backside. He turned his head quickly to see her land safely and continue on her way. What a little hellion! Father chose well. He grinned as he straightened on his mount, then jerked his head around at the sound of riders.
“T a me men. She will nae go far.” His guard lined up in formation just as Malcolm and his men pulled up before them.
The Earl eyed the tresspassers with disdain, settling his gaze on Malcolm. Eyes hard as flint, he growled at him.
“Let us pass, Dunbar. I have a need t a recover m
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