Wretched woman.
Jeannie had not believed that the Silver Wolf would bring his ruin of a wife to the chapel for the Sunday service until that cursed pair walked through the door. What a couple they were: the warmongering mercenary and the witch from the woods. Both more fearsome than the most terrifying demon, both with hearts so dark and evil that their very presence made her shiver. She had nigh expected the roof of the chapel to fall when they crossed the threshold or for lightning to strike the roof, coming out of a clear blue sky without warning.
To her dismay, she also felt her husband’s resistance to the new laird diminishing. He was losing his audacity in the face of power and Jeannie knew that unless she bolstered his will, Eamon would be entirely under the heel of the so-called
