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Contents Chapter One My lady!” 1 Chapter Two Oh!” Evelinde gasped when she realized she’d dropped the man… 18 Chapter Three You cannot be.” 36 Chapter Four Did ye na tell that maid to hurry? What is… 57 Chapter Five We’re home.” 75 Chapter Six Evelinde opened her eyes, smiled at the spot where her… 100 Chapter Seven What the devil were ye doing, ye daft woman!” Cullen… 126 Chapter Eight Marriage was horrible. 141 Chapter Nine We are lost and ’tis all your fault.” 165 Chapter Ten Cullen pressed a kiss to the top of Evelinde’s head,… 186 Chapter Eleven There you are.” 206 Chapter Twelve Yer plan is working like a charm.” 223 Chapter Thirteen Thank you,” Evelinde murmured, as Mildrede refilled her cup of… 247 Chapter Fourteen Nay, husband, I have water!”Evelinde shouted between coughs, then… 266 Chapter Fifteen Biddy would have killed him did he try. 290 Chapter Sixteen Cullen stared at Biddy, watching her lips move as she… 306 Chapter Seventeen Evelinde stepped through the door in the castle’s curtain wall… 326 Chapter Eighteen There is no need to carry me, husband. I am… 344 About the Author Other Books by Lynsay Sands Cover Copyright About the Publisher c h apter One Northern England 1273 y lady!” M That anxious cry made Evelinde pause in what she was saying to Cook and glance around. Her maid was rushing across the kitchens toward her, expression both angry and worried. It was a combination usually only engendered by Edda’s actions. Wondering what her stepmother had got up to now, Evelinde quickly promised Cook they would finish their discussion of menus later, and went to meet her maid. Mildrede caught her hands the moment they 2 Lynsay Sands reached one another. Her mouth turned down grimly as she announced, “Your stepmother is call ing for you.” Evelinde grimaced. Edda only sent for her when she was in one of her foul moods and wished to cheer herself by abusing her unfortunate step daughter. For one moment, Evelinde considered ig noring the summons and finding a task away from the keep for the rest of the day. However, that would only make the woman’s mood—and the subsequent abuses—worse. “I had best go see what she wants then,” Evelinde said and squeezed Mildrede’s hands reassuringly before moving past her. “She’s smiling,” Mildrede warned, following on her heels. Evelinde paused with her hand on the door to the great hall, trepidation running through her. A smil ing Edda was not a good thing. It usually meant Evelinde was about to suffer. Not that the woman ever dared hit her, but there were worse things, tasks so unpleasant one would almost prefer a beat ing. Biting her lip with worry, she asked, “Do you know what has set her off this time?” “Nay,” Mildrede said apologetically. “She was railing at Mac for not pampering her mare properly when a messenger arrived from the king. She read the message, smiled, and called for you.” “Oh,” Evelinde breathed faintly, but then forced her shoulders straight, raised her head, and pushed through the door. It was the only thing she could Devil of the Highlands 3 do . . . That and pray that someday, she would be free of her stepmother’s control and abuses. “Ah, Evelinde!” Edda was indeed smiling—a very wide, beaming smile that really didn’t bode well. “I was told you wished to speak with me?” Evelinde said quietly, aware of Mildrede hovering at her back. The woman always offered her support during Edda’s little attacks. “Aye.” Edda continued to flash a wide, toothy smile, although toothless would have been as good a description. The woman was missing half her teeth. and those remaining were brown and crooked. Edda rarely smiled, and certainly never widely enough to show off the state of her mouth. Her doing so now made Evelinde’s anxiety increase tenfold. “Since your father’s death, seeing to your welfare has fallen to me, and I have been most concerned about your future and well-being, my dear,” Edda began. Evelinde managed not to sneer at the claim of con cern. Her father, James d’Aumesbery, had been a good man and a faithful baron to their king. When Henry III had requested he marry the troublesome Edda and remove her from court, where she was making a nuisance of herself, her father had bowed to the task gracefully. Edda had not. She’d resented being tied to a man who held only a barony and had seemed to take an instant dislike to Evelinde on reaching d’Aumesbery. It hadn’t been so bad at first. With the presence of Evelinde’s father and her brother, Alexander, Edda
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