HERO & HEROINE:
She’d prayed for his soul when she hadn’t been cursing him to Hell and back. She’d thought him dead. It was easier to accept than the fact that he’d left her.
Wherever he’d been, it hadn’t been on a battlefield. Not one scar marked his clean-shaven face, and his nose was arrow straight. Robbie didn’t know any man who hadn’t had his nose broken at least twice.
Starting at his pinkie, he rolled a coin from knuckle to knuckle, then caught the piece of gold between his thumb and index finger. “I’ve come to collect my kiss.”
gawked at him, digesting his words. Ye pompous, craven-born scut.
I would sooner kiss a bluidy sow than the likes o’ ye. Robbie
The man might be as strong as an ox, but she took great satisfaction in knowing she nearly met his height.
“God’s legions, Robbie. You’re all legs,” he jested with a twinkle in his eyes and pushed the hair from her face. A darkness stole his merriment in an instant when his gaze settled on the scar—the brand that marked her as a MacGregor.
The same brand she’d lived with since the day he left. She cupped her cold cheek and turned away from him. “Leave.”
“And what makes ye think my Robbie would be goin’ anywhere with ye?”
arms went slack. His gut fell to his toes. He immediately searched Robbie’s
hand for a ring, but she wore gloves. He’d prepared himself for
every possibility, even her death. He’d vowed to not interfere,
should he find her married with bairns. If she’d given herself
over to the Church, he
He should leave. He needed to think. “I have gold.”
S’help me Odin! Hold your wheesht, man! Robbie would sew the Englishman’s lips together. Was it really necessary for Henrik to announce the rise of the sun? Could one not simply open their eyes to discover on their own that it was dawn?
MOPAN CHIEFTAIN: THE
JAGUAR KING - B'ALAM
swallowed and forced herself to blink as the Jaguar King set himself
before her. While she tried to deny her eyes, the bands around his forearms
were unmistakably human teeth. Colored feathers decorated his
SPIRIT - JAX
What breed of man bore the name Running Spirit?
DOVE - MUKUY IK
tried not to ogle her, but it was nigh impossible. Tattooed bands of
delicate designs embellished her ankles, arms, and neck. Her features
were exotic—thick lips, smooth light-brown skin, and lush black
hair. Gold piercings decorated her face and chains of turquoise and
brown beads hung around her neck, but didn’t hide her ample breasts
“Robbie, meet Mukuy Ik.”
“Och, nay! Call me Black Dove. I be Jax’s wifie an’ the mither o’ his bairns.”
DOVE'S SISTER: WILD
Black Dove stepped up beside Robbie and leaned into her side. “Da calls her Wild Tigress, but the rest o’ the kin call my sister On All Fours as that’s how the harlot spends most o’ her time.”
DOVE'S SISTER: SONGBIRD
“Ye have eyes for Henrik?” Robbie’s question came out with more pitch than she’d intended.
Songbird frowned. “He is not good?”
“He is bluidy English.”
“Is bluidy English not good?”
Robbie gawked at
her. These people had no knowledge of continental warfare.
DOVE'S DAUGHTER: YELLOW
“Verra good, Pea-nut.” Reid moved to the side and caught the child when she jumped into his arms.
“Welcome home, White Serpent. You were missed.” The girl, no more than eight winters, pressed her tiny hands against Reid’s cheeks and kissed his whiskered chin.
“Am I still your favorite white man?” Reid brushed noses with the girl.
She nodded fiercely. “And I your favorite peanut?”
Just as she was certain her heart would explode through her ribs, the feline beastie dragged its thick raspy tongue over her cheek.
pounding of footsteps preceded the whoosh of the cabin door. “God’s
thought Reid’s relief premature as the cat lying atop her still
“Then who just lit that torch?”
Reid pointed at a yellow flame bobbing up the vines. The beastie holding the taper was nigh invisible against the black starlit sky. “That is Myah. ’Tis her duty to alight the garden at night.”
a monkey who goes about lighting torches? Surely ye jest.”
ANOTHER PET: KANTICO
Reid’s eyes widened. “Dinnae move.” His grip intensified, bruising her soft flesh.
The fear painting his face scared her, but not half as much as the menacing growl escalating just feet away.
From the corner of her eye she saw gold fur and black rosettes. “’Tis just Oscar,” she said without conviction.
His head barely shook. “Loosen your hold. She thinks you’re hurting me,” he ordered, his words hushed, but she felt him tremble beneath her.
Robbie retracted her fingernails from his shoulders, leaving behind eight half moons that quickly filled with crimson red. She had to look. She had to see what was there. With the slow turn of her head, she found a monstrous beast four times the size of Oscar. ’Twas more muscular, more fierce, much more threatening. It stared straight at Robbie, then it stretched its jaws wide, exposing large sharp teeth, and screamed.