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pointing a finger at Alastair MacKay, added,” and who are you ?”
The man who’d flirted with her coughed into his fist. “The elf has balls.”
“Silence!” roared Alastair. “Get ready to depart. I will not remain any longer.”
He watched as his men grumbled, some smirking, as they climbed up the ladder into the ship. Turning his gaze back to Fiona, he took several steps, standing directly in front of her.
Fiona willed herself to show no fear as he loomed dark and powerful, and she slowly lifted her head to meet his stare. In all of her life, she had never stood her ground. Until this moment.
“What is this place?” Her voice barely rose above a whisper.
“Dunnyneill. Trading post,” he replied.
Her mouth parted slightly. “And you? What are you?”
He leaned toward her. “Does it matter?”
“Yes.”
“I am called the Dubh Dragon, but ye can call me Alastair. Now, may we leave?”
No! Fiona’s mind screamed at her. He couldn’t be. Could he? She shook her head in confusion. “Impossible.”
Alastair blinked. Then he threw back his head and laughed. Afterwards, he spread his arms wide. “Och, little bird, I am indeed the Dubh Dragon .”
Fiona’s heart pounded hard against her chest. “So you claim to be the Black Dragon. And your name is Alastair.”
He slowly placed his hands on his hips, arching an eyebrow. “Aye. Have ye heard of another?”
“And your last…I mean your surname, it is MacKay?” Oh God, please don’t say it.
Alastair’s smile vanished. “Aye.”
Goosebumps broke out on Fiona’s body. “Impossible.”
“As ye have stated, but ’tis the truth,” growled Alastair.
Fiona’s voice trembled when she spoke, “If you are Alastair MacKay of the Clan MacKay…”
“ Aye .” His voice turning deadly.
“Then you are also one of the Dragon Knights . ”
Chapter Eleven
“Show no fear,” said the Dragon. “For only those incapable of love will not understand my wisdom.”
Alastair’s fists were clenched by his sides. How did this mere wisp of a woman know his true name? Very few had heard of the Dragon Knights. What made her so special? She was nothing but a slave, possibly cast out by her own people. Or so he thought.
He would get the truth out of her. She was now his. Bought and paid for.
His anger simmered just below the surface, and he allowed his eyes to flash with the fire of the dragon. Hearing her gasp, he smiled. Good, little bird. Fear me. Without giving her time to react, he swept her up and dumped her over his left shoulder, and strode to the ship.
He heard her sharp intake of breath, and then she started to pound against his back. “Put…me down ,” she demanded.
“Nae.”
She started to kick, and he clenched his jaw in frustration. The little bird had talons. He responded with a smack to her bottom, but instead of removing his hand, he kept it against her soft curves. “I will put ye down when we are on my ship.”
She went completely still, and then she screamed.
Alastair dumped her onto the ground. “For the love of Brigid, did ye have to yell into my ear?”
Fiona rubbed at her bottom and then stood. “You beast,” she spat out at him. Jumping onto a nearby boulder, she looked directly into his eyes. “Don’t you ever touch me like that again.”
Alastair yanked her to his chest by her arms, his face mere inches from hers. “And what are ye going to do?” He watched as her eyes widened in alarm. Blue eyes that reminded him of the sky on warm summer days. Then his gaze traveled down to her lips, red as berries.
Instantly, his beast roared to life. Claim one kiss, Alastair.
“I will slit your throat,” she whispered.
Releasing his hold, his beast laughed, mocking him. He stared at her for a few moments before turning away. Stalking over to the ship, he climbed up the ladder.
“Let us be gone from this foul place,” he ordered Gunnar.
“But what about the woman?”
“I will let her choose. She can stay or
The man who’d flirted with her coughed into his fist. “The elf has balls.”
“Silence!” roared Alastair. “Get ready to depart. I will not remain any longer.”
He watched as his men grumbled, some smirking, as they climbed up the ladder into the ship. Turning his gaze back to Fiona, he took several steps, standing directly in front of her.
Fiona willed herself to show no fear as he loomed dark and powerful, and she slowly lifted her head to meet his stare. In all of her life, she had never stood her ground. Until this moment.
“What is this place?” Her voice barely rose above a whisper.
“Dunnyneill. Trading post,” he replied.
Her mouth parted slightly. “And you? What are you?”
He leaned toward her. “Does it matter?”
“Yes.”
“I am called the Dubh Dragon, but ye can call me Alastair. Now, may we leave?”
No! Fiona’s mind screamed at her. He couldn’t be. Could he? She shook her head in confusion. “Impossible.”
Alastair blinked. Then he threw back his head and laughed. Afterwards, he spread his arms wide. “Och, little bird, I am indeed the Dubh Dragon .”
Fiona’s heart pounded hard against her chest. “So you claim to be the Black Dragon. And your name is Alastair.”
He slowly placed his hands on his hips, arching an eyebrow. “Aye. Have ye heard of another?”
“And your last…I mean your surname, it is MacKay?” Oh God, please don’t say it.
Alastair’s smile vanished. “Aye.”
Goosebumps broke out on Fiona’s body. “Impossible.”
“As ye have stated, but ’tis the truth,” growled Alastair.
Fiona’s voice trembled when she spoke, “If you are Alastair MacKay of the Clan MacKay…”
“ Aye .” His voice turning deadly.
“Then you are also one of the Dragon Knights . ”
Chapter Eleven
“Show no fear,” said the Dragon. “For only those incapable of love will not understand my wisdom.”
Alastair’s fists were clenched by his sides. How did this mere wisp of a woman know his true name? Very few had heard of the Dragon Knights. What made her so special? She was nothing but a slave, possibly cast out by her own people. Or so he thought.
He would get the truth out of her. She was now his. Bought and paid for.
His anger simmered just below the surface, and he allowed his eyes to flash with the fire of the dragon. Hearing her gasp, he smiled. Good, little bird. Fear me. Without giving her time to react, he swept her up and dumped her over his left shoulder, and strode to the ship.
He heard her sharp intake of breath, and then she started to pound against his back. “Put…me down ,” she demanded.
“Nae.”
She started to kick, and he clenched his jaw in frustration. The little bird had talons. He responded with a smack to her bottom, but instead of removing his hand, he kept it against her soft curves. “I will put ye down when we are on my ship.”
She went completely still, and then she screamed.
Alastair dumped her onto the ground. “For the love of Brigid, did ye have to yell into my ear?”
Fiona rubbed at her bottom and then stood. “You beast,” she spat out at him. Jumping onto a nearby boulder, she looked directly into his eyes. “Don’t you ever touch me like that again.”
Alastair yanked her to his chest by her arms, his face mere inches from hers. “And what are ye going to do?” He watched as her eyes widened in alarm. Blue eyes that reminded him of the sky on warm summer days. Then his gaze traveled down to her lips, red as berries.
Instantly, his beast roared to life. Claim one kiss, Alastair.
“I will slit your throat,” she whispered.
Releasing his hold, his beast laughed, mocking him. He stared at her for a few moments before turning away. Stalking over to the ship, he climbed up the ladder.
“Let us be gone from this foul place,” he ordered Gunnar.
“But what about the woman?”
“I will let her choose. She can stay or
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