"And who the f**k are you?" The tinker chief arched unimpressed eyebrows. "Coming in here like d'is."
"Your son-in-law."
"My son-in-law?"
"Although this isn't exactly a social call."
Had Callm said it was, and to break open the whiskey bottle, the tinker chief could not have looked more surprised if not, accommodating. Ewen McDunnagh somehow here in his fortress?
That day Callm had stood on the castle doorstep and cut what throats remained of Morven's murderers, he had been unrecognizable. So plainly, for Ewen McDunnagh to be here, Kara had to have spilled everything.
"Really? How's d'at? Well? What else am I meant to say? The great chieftain of Lochalpin, Ewen McDunnagh himself, here in my humble castle."
Not like her father? In that second Kara became his double. So much so, Call
