CHAPTER NINEAs Celina prepared for the night, Rupert went back into the rubbish-strewn courtyard.
He stood still for a moment hands on hips thinking about the beautiful girl who had been by his side for what now seemed like weeks rather than days.
Now that they had found the heirloom, would she vanish from his life?
He sensed her withdrawal from him the moment it was confirmed that it was the MacLeans who had wrecked the interior of Castle Fitzalan.
He wondered why they had not set fire to the place, but perhaps burning down a castle was too difficult a task.
He had to find some way to convince Celina that, as far as he was concerned, her relationship to those dastardly marauders did not matter a jot.
She definitely came from a different mould.
Her honesty, clear-sightedness and hig
