A deep scratch spanned the leather, a reminder of the battle that almost took his arm, had taken the lives of many good men, a battle fought in the name of justice. What if he ignored the civilized directives instilled by his education and simply took her? He dropped his attention to the intricately carved leather wristband that covered his arm from wrist to elbow. Curse the archaic law that kept her safe on holy ground. Another moment and she would be off Montrose Abbey.Īnnoyance flared. Careful not to give away his intention, Iain slid his gaze across the heather covered hills beyond the abbey and covertly monitored the woman’s progress as she strolled along the grounds, a book in hand. Behind him, one of his men’s horses whinnied in answer. The beast nickered and shifted beneath him. With a nod in response to Father Brennan’s statement that the Menzies clan was rumored to be raiding land to the north, Iain slid a hand along his horse’s neck. His heart stilled with the sudden blaze of auburn hair against the Highland sun, and he determined to learn what color eyes matched such fire. Though separated by a small earthly measure of holy ground, he sensed her mind to be as far from him as heaven was from hell. Iain might have been standing on the edge of a dream when the abbey door opened and she stepped out into the morning light. Tempt not the stars, young man, thou canst not play with the severity of life. The endless tedium of pestering is being repaid in the hours I now spend passing on your creative wisdom to my daughter. Casey, I can never repay for all you’ve taught me and the countless hours you gave to this book-as well as others that came after! You have your revenge. This book is dedicated to my good friend and mentor Kim Comeau, affectionately known as Casey.

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Lord Keeper by Tarah Scott