15
Letty and Tyburn walked together through the gardens inside the courtyard of his castle.
“Has it really been two weeks?”
“Aye, lass. Some say time passes differently here in Scotland.” He patted her hand where it rested on his arm. “A kind of magic, ye might say.”
They paused as she caught sight of Adam and his cousins standing on an open patch of grass, holding dull practice swords in their hands. Adam was taking turns sparring with both Angus and Baird.
He’d lost much of his weight and still looked far too thin, but his wounds had healed and were now only angry red raised marks. The last few days he’d taken care to work his muscles, and he’d spent much of his time outdoors, walking, riding, and now sparring. Angus and Baird were being careful with him, and she could tell Adam was
