Stewart chuckled. “A fair attempt, lad, but she sees through your fabrication well enough. Perhaps it comes of being able to see the Fae.”
Murdoch sobered at that. “I would have the lady forget me.”
“I fear ’tis too late for that, lad.” Stewart peered at the younger man. “Is she right? Is it a curse that has haunted this journey?”
Murdoch nodded. “I did not think you would believe me, if I told you the truth.”
The older man nodded. “Fair enough, lad, but I have witnessed enough in my time to know that not all is seen by all eyes.” He cleared his throat. “I know you mean well to send the lady away, but she is not fooled by your hasty lie. I would dare to suggest to you that such spells as the one that snares you can be broken – by both persistence and affection.” Stewart held his gaze.
