Duncan’s temper kindled, but it didn’t dampen the lust seeping along his nerve endings. He could flatten this persnickety witch, or better yet, weave a love spell and bind her to him. Maybe he’d do...

The Girauds’ child was looking more and more like a problem.Luke pressed his lips into a thin line. When she’d leaned in the stagecoach blazing with fervor over what was in the arcane books, it...

Hmph. Even the animals deserted me.I’d have deserted me, too, a different inner voice inserted dryly. The way Ibanged around in here wanting to kill something—anything—if only it would bring Aislinn back to me. Fionn...

Because there wasn’t anything else to do, he settled at the kitchen tablewith a bottle of mead and nearly emptied it. The anesthetic effect he hoped for hadn’t happened, though. At least not yet.