Kara stood in the doorway of the cavernous hall. Day two--evening. Lord Ewen was dancing, reeling around so fast in the smoky candlelight, a landing in the fireplace and him and his kilt going up in flames, wouldn't have been the least surprising. One skid of the massive boots straining against his partner's shoes was all it would take. Think of the trouble it would save her.
With the devil involved though? Unlikely. Ewen McDunnagh was built like a beached whale, but he danced like a feather. The skirling bagpipes were a taunt from hell when she thought about the wedding feast that was still to come in the life not yet lived. This entire scene was. It was even lit by blazing torches.
Not for the first time her throat clenched, her mind recoiled, that she should, in her life, have come t
