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Authors: Sarah Thorn
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anywhere. I love you, you see. And I want to be your wife.”
Tyler’s face lit up, and he smiled. He tried to give her a hug but grimaced and fell back against the cushions. She shushed him.
“Don’t try to get up, Ty. The doctor’s going to take care of you.”
“I love you, too, Beth. I need you to know that.” He said.
She leaned over to whisper in his ear, “I know it.”
She gave him a soft kiss on his lips before moving away so the doctor could tend to his wound.
*****
THE END
PARANORMAL Highlander Romance - Protected by the Highlander
The forest near Drummond Castle was deep, dark and full of wildlife. Drummond Castle, the home of Laird Irvine of Shee, Chief of the Irvine Clan, was a huge granite fortress on top of Ben Shee, one of Scotland's highest mountains. Most members of the three thousand strong Irvine Clan lived in small fortified settlements around the castle.
Eana Irvine, the Laird's daughter, grew up without friends or siblings and spent most of her time wandering through the forest, watching wildlife and gathering wild herbs. All her life, she'd been desperately lonely. Nobody except her parents talked to her, in fact, most people turned their backs when they saw her, and all the children in the clan had been warned to stay away from her.
Eana loved June; it was her favorite month. Not only was it the month in which she was born, nineteen years ago, but it was the month in which the forest really came to life . As spring gave way to summer, the pine trees began to throw off their woody scent, and animals busied themselves with the task of bringing their young into the world.
As she always did, Eana left the castle by the back entrance at nine in the morning and took the steep path down the mountainside, to the blanket of trees which stretched from Ben Shee down into the glen below. She was proud to wear the tartan of her father's clan. She always wore a full-length skirt and shawl in the black and blue colors the clan had fought wars to protect. As she took the path into the forest, a deer stopped in its track and looked at her for a second, before jumping over a fallen tree and disappearing. Descending all the time, she followed the path as it wound it's way between the trees, eventually reaching the stream in the bottom of the glen. It was Eana's favorite place, a small clearing on the valley floor next to the water. She sat on a rock, reached down and untied her shoes. The water was cold and made her gasp as she put her feet in. She leaned forward and saw her reflection, the face of a beautiful young woman, flickering in the ripples. Her strawberry blonde hair fell forwards framing her face, and as she brushed it back, she saw a terrible witch.
Eana was lonely because she had powers others were terrified of. If she hadn't been the daughter of Laird Irving, she was sure that she would already have been burned alive. She had no idea what she had done to deserve it, but someone had given her special powers. There was no evil in her thoughts or powers, as everyone imagined, only goodness. Three days ago she'd seen a bird hopping around on the forest floor, it's wing broken. All she did was look at it and wish it could fly again, and it did. It's wing straightened against its body, and it flew up and into the sky. When these things happened, it gave her a magnificent feeling, but there was a price to pay, her social exclusion.
''There she is,'' Angus whispered to his brother, Bran. The two men were dressed in the tartan of the Sutherland Clan, the largest and most aggressive clan in Scotland. The Sutherland Clan killed people for fun, but on this day it was serious. Laird Sutherland had sent his sons to find and kill Eana .
''She's full of evil, a witch. She has strange powers. Find her, kill her and bring her body back to me,'' he'd told them.
''It's a pity to kill such a beautiful woman,'' Angus whispered.
Bran looked at her as he crouched behind a tree and nodded in agreement.
Tyler’s face lit up, and he smiled. He tried to give her a hug but grimaced and fell back against the cushions. She shushed him.
“Don’t try to get up, Ty. The doctor’s going to take care of you.”
“I love you, too, Beth. I need you to know that.” He said.
She leaned over to whisper in his ear, “I know it.”
She gave him a soft kiss on his lips before moving away so the doctor could tend to his wound.
*****
THE END
PARANORMAL Highlander Romance - Protected by the Highlander
The forest near Drummond Castle was deep, dark and full of wildlife. Drummond Castle, the home of Laird Irvine of Shee, Chief of the Irvine Clan, was a huge granite fortress on top of Ben Shee, one of Scotland's highest mountains. Most members of the three thousand strong Irvine Clan lived in small fortified settlements around the castle.
Eana Irvine, the Laird's daughter, grew up without friends or siblings and spent most of her time wandering through the forest, watching wildlife and gathering wild herbs. All her life, she'd been desperately lonely. Nobody except her parents talked to her, in fact, most people turned their backs when they saw her, and all the children in the clan had been warned to stay away from her.
Eana loved June; it was her favorite month. Not only was it the month in which she was born, nineteen years ago, but it was the month in which the forest really came to life . As spring gave way to summer, the pine trees began to throw off their woody scent, and animals busied themselves with the task of bringing their young into the world.
As she always did, Eana left the castle by the back entrance at nine in the morning and took the steep path down the mountainside, to the blanket of trees which stretched from Ben Shee down into the glen below. She was proud to wear the tartan of her father's clan. She always wore a full-length skirt and shawl in the black and blue colors the clan had fought wars to protect. As she took the path into the forest, a deer stopped in its track and looked at her for a second, before jumping over a fallen tree and disappearing. Descending all the time, she followed the path as it wound it's way between the trees, eventually reaching the stream in the bottom of the glen. It was Eana's favorite place, a small clearing on the valley floor next to the water. She sat on a rock, reached down and untied her shoes. The water was cold and made her gasp as she put her feet in. She leaned forward and saw her reflection, the face of a beautiful young woman, flickering in the ripples. Her strawberry blonde hair fell forwards framing her face, and as she brushed it back, she saw a terrible witch.
Eana was lonely because she had powers others were terrified of. If she hadn't been the daughter of Laird Irving, she was sure that she would already have been burned alive. She had no idea what she had done to deserve it, but someone had given her special powers. There was no evil in her thoughts or powers, as everyone imagined, only goodness. Three days ago she'd seen a bird hopping around on the forest floor, it's wing broken. All she did was look at it and wish it could fly again, and it did. It's wing straightened against its body, and it flew up and into the sky. When these things happened, it gave her a magnificent feeling, but there was a price to pay, her social exclusion.
''There she is,'' Angus whispered to his brother, Bran. The two men were dressed in the tartan of the Sutherland Clan, the largest and most aggressive clan in Scotland. The Sutherland Clan killed people for fun, but on this day it was serious. Laird Sutherland had sent his sons to find and kill Eana .
''She's full of evil, a witch. She has strange powers. Find her, kill her and bring her body back to me,'' he'd told them.
''It's a pity to kill such a beautiful woman,'' Angus whispered.
Bran looked at her as he crouched behind a tree and nodded in agreement.
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