Chapter 29
He was rendered speechless, and it irked her that it was becoming a common reaction to her stories.
Tavish was expecting to hear many things, but not that. He looked at her, astonished. “I beg your pardon?”
“I’ll try to be brief.”
“Brief?” he repeated. “How can ye presume tae be brief after dropping a bloody bomb in the room!”
“Because there’s not much to tell.” She lowered her face.
“Are ye serious? There’s enough for a bloody novel! If ye doona want tae tell your story, fine—”
“But I am telling. Honestly,” she said. “You don’t want to hear?”
Genuine curiosity in her tone, rather than snide anger, disarmed him. Give her a chance. “Go on.”
“If Laetitia Galen were alive, she would be a bit younger than me.” I guess. “She’s buried in the grounds of the monastery where I g
