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finally released her.
    Tilting her chin back, she looked up into the handsome face of Hamish Campbell. He was so tall that her neck ached from having to look up. Taking a few steps back, she kept her gaze on his green eyes. Hamish Campbell had to stand over six and a half feet tall, and he literally bulged with muscle. His sandy-colored shoulder-length hair was tied back with a piece of leather, and she couldn’t help but wonder if it felt as silky as it looked. He smelled so nice that she inhaled his clean masculine scent of sandalwood and leather, but it was his face and voice which drew her. He had a gorgeous face for a man and such a gentle voice she found herself leaning toward him.
    “There’s no need to back away from me, Maeghan. I would never hit or hurt any woman.”
    “Words are cheap. Actions speak louder.” Maeghan wondered if she had gone too far when Hamish just stood staring at her, but then his expression changed and he smiled at her. Air caught in her throat and she had to bite her tongue to stop an answering smile from forming on her lips.
    Hamish Campbell looked like a fallen angel. His green eyes were sparkling with amusement as he looked at her. His face was strikingly beautiful, and he had mischievousness about him.
    “I am glad to see that yer spirit was no’ affected by the beating. Laird MacTavish and Calum would like to see ye in the hall. I have come to escort ye, my lady.” Hamish grinned and made her a courtly bow, then offered her his arm.
    Maeghan was hard-pressed not to be caught up in his contagious devilment and flirtatiousness, but her nerves had jumped as soon as he said she had been summoned. She hadn’t had much to do with Alec MacTavish, but the stories her father had told her of an evening made her very apprehensive of his reaction. He wasn’t going to be pleased with her, that much she knew. Taking a deep breath, she placed her hand lightly onto Hamish’s arm and let him guide her from the room.
    By the time they had reached to bottom of the stone steps, Maeghan’s legs were trembling, but she placed a blank expression on her face and let him lead her into the great hall. The clean, sweet-smelling rushes beneath her feet helped to calm her anxiousness, and then she raised her head and looked across the room.
    She stumbled slightly when she saw Ewan, Calum, and Alec sitting at the large table near the entrance.
    Ewan Campbell was handsome in a harsh, rugged way. He had reddish-brown hair and hazel eyes. She knew he was shorter than Hamish by a couple of inches since she had seen the brothers standing side by side in her bedchamber the previous evening, and even though he wasn’t as muscular, he still looked very strong.
    Her eyes flitted to Laird Calum Campbell. He had hair so dark she wasn’t quite sure if it was a deep-brown color or black. His eyes were a deep blue, and even though he stood just over six feet tall, he had such an intimidating, commandingly confident presence he could have been a giant. For some reason she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. His biceps bulged when he moved, and she couldn’t help but look at his solid, muscular legs when he shifted.
    “Donnae be afraid, lass, we won’t let anyone hurt ye,” Hamish said for her ears alone as he urged her across the great room’s expanse. The massive wood trestle-like table was up on a raised dais with wooden benches running along each side and across the end. Calum was seated at the head of the table with Ewan to his right and an empty space to his left, no doubt reserved for Hamish. Alec was sitting on the side next to Ewan.
    Alec must have heard her coming, because he looked up at her. The roar of fury he released resonated around the large room as he jumped to his feet, heedless of the bench seat falling over behind him. Skirting the table, he rushed to her side and carefully cupped her chin in his large hand.
    “What happened, lass?” Alec asked gently, studying her bruised and swollen