‘I won’t be able to sleep,’ Aileen muttered. ‘They might’ve been quarrelling but he loved her. He’s broken.’
‘What do you mean quarrelling?’
Aileen shook her head, looking at her feet. ‘Tomorrow’ she echoed.
Callan only shrugged and walked off, leaving her and the inn alone beneath the starry sky.
The next morning dawned with annoyingly cheerful sunshine gleaming in through the windows and a throbbing headache. Aileen snorted. She must be the first Scotswoman in history to find sunshine annoying.
She had tossed and turned for hours before giving up on sleep. She’d tried to research the dagger again but felt so ill thinking about it that she’d quickly taken to pacing the room instead – and then switched on a movie when her legs had protested.
So when dawn broke the dark sky and cast i
