Rupert’s face set in rigid lines and Celina could see his shoulders tighten.
“And how do you plan to achieve that?” he asked in a voice so cold it sent a shiver of apprehension through her.
This was not a man to be trifled with.
She wondered if Hamish and her uncle understood the nature of the man who stood before them.
“You will take us back to Castle Fitzalan, open its gates and make us free of the place,” said Lord MacLean, a giant sneer on his face.
“Even if I did know what you were talking about, I would do no such thing, MacLean. I would not allow any member of your family or any servant of yours to so much as step on the threshold of Castle Fitzalan. My grandfather was a most honourable man and I will not hear his name besmirched in such a disgraceful fashion.”
Celina could
