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humored
connection with the beautiful Jamie MacDunna on a Saturday night
instead of an order to leave would have been tantamount to a crown on
her head. Now her laird and any other man for that matter, churned
her stomach as badly as its emptiness did. She turned her back on
him again.
    "Do I bother you, Aziza?"
    "Begging your pardon, Laird
MacDunna. I just need something to eat."
    "I can see that. Shame on
those wonderful Gregors for letting it come to this. You may join
us,” he said with a wink.
    Aziza leaned past him and
received the cold stare of Brigid the girl the clan held as the
laird’s intended. Jamie MacDunna was wanton inviting his harem
girl to stay in front of his date. Aziza was both shamed and
jealous. She sighed with dejection. “I don’t think I
should intrude.”
    “Declining your laird’s
invitation? I don’t think it’s ever been done. Should I
praise you for your manners or take offense by them?" She took
no amusement in his mild jest. His face grew stern, his tone
suspicious. He clutched her face, firmly but gently. Still she
flinched. It really hurt. Instantly, tears drew lines down her
face. She could tell by his expression that he was on to her.
    “More clumsiness, lass?”
he asked, almost scolding her.
    “The Gregors,” a
tear escaped down her cheek. “They let me frolic too much.”
    “Frolic yourself into a
tree, did you? It appears they are permissive with you to the point
of exhaustion,” he stared at her unwaveringly. “When was
the last time you slept?" he asked.
    She could have closed her eyes
and given in to sleep in the warmth and security of his large
powerful hands. "I can't remember."
    He moved next to her at the
table and fed her himself. He loaded up a plate of vegetarian fare,
the likes of which she had not seen since her own country. She
stared at the food, herself a mix of perplexity at its sudden
appearance and stirred at his thoughtfulness to know what she would
tolerate. Just as she opened her mouth to question him about it, he
filled it with a loaded fork. “Don’t ask,” he
said lowly. She burst into tears. He pulled her into his shoulder.
“What?”
    “I’m just tired,”
she offered.
    “Bullshit. The truth, lass
or I will tan it out of you myself.”
    “If you are knowing enough
to conjure the kind of food I eat, why don’t know you know
what’s going on?”
    Jamie was dark. “I eat
that kind of food. What’s going on?”
    “ For a demon you aren’t-“
Aware of all the eyes upon them, Aziza pulled away and fanned her
face. “I’m just hungry and exhausted, laird.” She
took a loaded fork and fed herself.
    “ You must be, lass. I
could have sworn you just call me a name.” Aziza froze. “There
there,” he soothed her, taking the fork back. Maybe she was so
worn out, maybe she was about to submit, but she could not help but
be touched by his tenderness.
    “ I can do that,” she
said softly.
    “So can I,” he
looked at her directly.
    “You really shouldn’t.”
    “Open for me,” he
directed and she took another mouthful. Aziza caught the glares of a
pack of maidens headed by Brigid herself.
    “I can’t do it,”
Aziza looked him in the eye. She was talking about so many things
but she felt the fight leaving her.
    He returned her gaze. “Yes
you can,” he said frankly.
    “I can’t, please,”
she whispered, teetering on the verge of submission.
    “I’m right here,”
he soothed. He gently plied her chin with this thumb. He filled her
mouth.
    “ You have to stop being
tender with me. Please,” she whispered. “I’m
already hated. This is not helping.”
    Jamie addressed the audience
curtly. “Is there something you’re needing here?”
    “We wanted to know if we
could help, laird,” Brigid responded properly.
    “Does it look like I’m
not managing?” he snapped. “Enjoy yourselves. I insist.”
The girls disbursed but not before Brigid as much as promised her
death with a single glance.
    Aziza dreaded the moment