Chapter Seven“Who the hell are you?”
“Nobody,” Meghan wanted to shout.
She’d been dreading this moment all day. The broad-shouldered governor of Iona glared up at her. She hadn’t expected him to be so short, never having seen him close-up. He might be a hand or more shorter than she was, but he was raw physical power incarnate. You could tuck three of Colin inside the same space his muscle-bound frame consumed. And his gray hair and beard did nothing to hide his ire. He was not a man who liked surprises.
She clamped down against voicing the real reason. “Because Colin would be revealed and dead within the hour if I were not with him.”
It had been bad enough passing beneath the scowls of the Scots Guards. Walking beneath the Portcullis Gate had turned her knees to water and she wished s
