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time since Fallon interacted with people, but he found it more than odd that there wasn’t at least one man willing to claim he’d had Larena.
    Fallon tossed aside the missive and left his chamber. He wouldn’t get anything accomplished staying in his room, and he needed MacLeod Castle turned over to him.
    Three hours later and Fallon was no closer to finding someone who could help him learn if the king really was coming to Scotland or not. Everyone had a different opinion.
    He had thought he could come to Edinburgh and see the king. It never occurred to him the king of Scotland would prefer to rule in England. Of course, it still boggled his mind that the king ruled both England and Scotland.
    How times had changed his Scotland. And not for the better.
    Just another example of why he and his brothers shouldn’t have remained holed up in the castle for three hundred years. There was so much to get caught up on.
    His stomach growled with hunger, but the thought of sitting in the great hall with all those people made him break out in a cold sweat. His steps slowed as he reached the double doors that led into the hall.
    More than likely he had learned all he could in Edinburgh. It was the thought of returning to Lucan without anything that made Fallon pause. His brothers were counting on him. He had promised Lucan he would get their castle back. How could Fallon fail once again?
    “Damn,” he murmured.
    Fallon ran a hand down his face and sighed. He would seek out Thomas MacDonald during the evening meal. MacDonald’s name had been mentioned as someone who knew what the king planned. Maybe Fallon could find out once and for all what the king planned to do. The thought of staying in the castle another hour made him ill, but he would do it for his brothers.
    He wished it was Lucan here instead of himself. Lucan knew how to charm people to do whatever he wanted. But Lucan had done too much during the last three hundred years while Fallon had stayed drunk. This was the least he could do for his brothers, and he
would
see it done. One way or another.
    The soft scent of lilies drifted on the air, halting his thoughts. Fallon turned to find none other than Larena Monroe standing behind him. For a moment she looked unsure of herself. Then, she smiled, and he noted the hands clasped in front of her shook a little. Was she nervous? The woman everyone wanted?
    Fascinating
.
    She had changed from her burgundy gown to one of the deepest blue that brought out the color of her eyes. And he couldn’t look away.
    Her hair was different as well, softer, with more curls framing her face. One hung alongside her cheek to land near her mouth. He wanted to reach over and tug on one of the strands to see if it was as soft as it looked.
    “This may seem unforgivably ill-mannered,” she said, “but I was hoping you could tell me if you are the MacLeod everyone is speaking about?”
    Her voice was as smooth as honey and as rich as the finest wine. Her smoky blue eyes searched his, as if she sought more answers than the one question could provide. He could easily drown in her almond-shaped eyes and lose himself in her scent.
    His body reacted with alarming speed at the sight of her. Heat and blood centered between his legs as his rod thickened, and the lust he had pushed aside earlier returned with a vengeance.
    “Aye,” Fallon answered after a moment, when he knew his voice would work. “I am Fallon MacLeod.”
    She let out a breath as her eyes briefly closed. “Fallon. An unusual name.”
    “I suppose so.”
    “I am’”
    “Lady Larena Monroe,” he finished for her. He had to force his gaze from her lips, lips that he ached to kiss, to taste. “It seems as though your name is just as well known as mine, though for a different reason, my lady.”
    Her brows furrowed for the space of a heartbeat. “It is the castle of the king, sir. Gossip abounds. You shouldn’t believe anything you hear.”
    There was truth to her words. Still, too