CHAPTER FIVEPain shot viciously through Rupert’s head.
At first he imagined that he had been attacked while walking home from his New York office.
Then realisation began to seep through.
He was not in New York. He had come to Scotland to take up his inheritance. But what was he doing lying on the ground, feeling as if his head had been battered in?
Memory gradually floated back.
He and Celina had been attacked on their way to try and locate this accursed heirloom that was causing all the trouble between him and the MacLeans.
She had taken up the shotgun and at first he thought that she was going to shoot her uncle, but then she had lowered the gun. Hamish MacLean had jumped upon him and that was the last thing he remembered.
Managing to ignore the pain that seared through his hea
