Tynan gave Rosamunde a sharp look, but she held her ground.
“I am here, Laird of Ravensmuir, and I will remain here,” she said, scoffing at his evident disapproval. “You are less than I had imagined you to be, if you care so much for rumor in your own hall.”
“Rosamunde,” he growled, but she did not let him continue.
“You and your expectation that I should shirk from the truth of what I have done are welcome to find the way to hell.” She cast herself into the fine chair that he favored. She dangled her legs over one side of it, fairly daring Tynan to comment upon the visibility of her bare shins and feet. The chair was in a beam of sunlight and Rosamunde knew the light would make her hair look afire. “I intend to remain here, in full view of whosoever troubles his lord so early in the da
