Alasdair had killed Fenella?
Surely Morgan had misunderstood!
But the highlander was staring at the floor, his expression pained. He got to his feet and paced the width of the room and back, as restless as a caged tiger.
It couldn’t be true. Morgan just knew it. “What happened?”
“I wanted a child, much as you did,” Alasdair confessed hoarsely. “But my lady, I fear I did not show your foresight in thinking of that child’s future.”
He shook his head suddenly, frowning down at his feet. “But let me begin with the first of the tale. I met Fenella Macdonald first on the day of our nuptials, but I had long heard repute of her wondrous beauty.”
Alasdair scowled in recollection and Morgan’s blood ran cold. “Never will I forget the sight of her when she swept from her sire’s ship. She was blo
