The Craving (Rogues of Scotland #1) Read Free Page B

listen to let him out of the mirror.
    He searched for the woman to no avail. He couldn’t see her, but she was near. Whatever was covering the mirror had slid part-ways off. 
    “I can’t,” said a female voice laced with a Scottish brogue.  “I can’t look in that mirror again.”
    The barrier holding Ronan evaporated, sending him face-first against the wooden boards of a floor. His arms caught himself before his face could hit. He stood, scrambling away from the mirror and looking around.
    He immediately went to the window.  Ronan took in a deep breath and closed his eyes as the sunlight hit his face.
    Free at last.  
    And he was going to make damn sure he stayed that way.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER TWO
     
     
     
    Meg stared in silent wonder at the man standing before the window, soaking in the sun as if he had never felt its heat before.
    His hair was long, falling just past his shoulders, and the color was a deep brown bordering on black.  Even from his profile she could see the hard line of his jaw. Her eyes drifted lower and her heart slammed into her ribcage. The man wore no shirt with his kilt, displaying an abundance of thick, corded muscles.
    Meg pulled her eyes away, but in an instant she was back to staring. His arms hung casually at his sides, but there was nothing cavalier about the man. He was a warrior, a man who went after whatever he wanted – and got it.
    She saw the scars covering his torso, proving he had seen his share of battles. Yet they did nothing to detract from his allure. In fact, his prowess inflamed her blood.
    Meg didn’t recognize the woman responding so...flagrantly to the stranger. No man had ever made her stomach flutter or her skin dew just thinking about him. Her blood was pounding in her ears, her heart beating fast and furious as her hands itched to run over his body and learn every contour.  
    Suddenly the man’s eyes opened. For several heartbeats he stared out the window. Then, slowly, he turned his head to her.
    Meg’s breath locked in her lungs and her knees threatened to buckle. If she thought the stranger was appealing before, she was wholly unprepared for when he faced her.
    He was Adonis, so blindingly handsome that she couldn’t fathom what he was doing in her tower. He was the kind of man women fought over – and killed over. He was the kind of man who looked at anyone but Meg.
    And yet, his beautiful pale green eyes were focused directly on her. The dark brown eyebrows slashed fiercely over his eyes, and his nose was slightly crooked from having been broken a time or two. His square jaw and chin only heightened his sexiness. However, it was his wide lips - with the bottom fuller than the top - that made her blood race in her veins.
    He embodied virility and masculinity, almost as if he had created the two simply by being born.
    “Hello, lass.”
    The sound of such a smooth, deep voice did something strange and glorious to Meg. Was there nothing about the man she didn’t like? 
    “Who are you?” she managed to ask around her thumping heart.
    The stranger gave a slight bow of his head, his gaze never leaving hers. “Ronan Galt, at your service. And you are?”
    And she was what? It took a moment for Meg to realize he was asking her name. Could she make a bigger fool of herself? “I’m Meg. Meg Alpin.”
    “Meg.” He said her name slowly, letting it fall from his lips as if a prayer.
    At this rate, she would be a puddle of nothing. God help her if he came toward her.
    Ronan couldn’t take his eyes off the fetching Meg. It could have been because he spent so much time alone in his dark prison, but he found her...refreshing. Her auburn hair, having come loose of its pins, was falling about her face in tempting waves.
    He wanted to know how long her hair was. And he wanted to feel it slide through his fingers. As much as her hair tempted him, the woman was simply luscious. She had curves to make a saint’s mouth water