The Highlander's Servant: Book One of the Highlander Possession Series Read Online Free PDF Page A

town in the morrow, to get ye new shoes.”  He said lowly as if mentally making a note of it.
    “Nay, that shouldna be necessary.” Kirstin sputtered out.
                  He raised an eyebrow at her and grunted, “Why wouldn’t it be?”
                  “Because,” she paused, her cheeks becoming rosy with embarrassment, “I have no money.”
                  Lachlan roared out laughing then, “Ye need no money, either, lass. For yer under my care and provision.”
                  She gave him an expression of confusion, “I donna ken what yer saying.”
                  “I will buy them for ye.” He said simply.
                  Kirstin could feel her lips part, as she comprehended his words. Not once in her life had she ever been bought a new pair of shoes from a stranger, and rarely was she given anything new. Her parents could only afford to make clothes themselves or buy used product from the neighbors who had children who had once been her size. The only thing they ever put money towards was taxes and food. Nothing more.
                  Lachlan could see the shock on Kirstin’s face, and he smiled in triumph. Little did he know the guilt that she felt.
                  “How should I repay ye?” she finally asked, breaking the silence.
                  He grunted once more, “There is no need to repay me. Just do yer work and all will be settled in time.” He grinned, and Kirstin could sense a double meaning behind his words. Who knew what would happen in time?
                  The crunching of hay sounded and the two of them turned around to meet Roderick. He almost hesitated as if interrupting something between them, but Lachlan nodded for him to speak.
                  “My Laird,” he said calmly but there was an unknown edge in his voice, “I have news of the Ruskin Clan.”
                  “Aye?” Lachlan said, his attention now on the small brown haired fellow.
                  “Aye.” Roderick confirmed, his green eyes holding Lachlan’s dark ones.
                  Lachlan was quick to reply, “Very well then, meet me in my chambers and we will discuss these matters.” Kirstin recognized the annoyance in his tone, but did not question it.
                  As Roderick bounded off towards the manor, Lachlan’s focus was quickly diverted back to Kirstin. He did not smile, nor did he even smirk. For in that one moment that Roderick had mentioned the Ruskin Clan, Lachlan’s demeanor seemed to change almost instantly. He did however, close the distance between them and take hold of her hand once more.
                  “I will walk ye back to the kitchen.” He said, disappointed that he had not been able to give her much of a tour of his home. Something else was on his mind, too.
                  Kirstin bit her lip to keep herself from asking about the Ruskin Clan. She knew it was not her place and that the subject obviously bothered Lachlan. She did not want to bother him in fear that she would see the fierce and merciless side that she had heard about.
                  When they arrived to a side door of the kitchen, he once again let go of her hand. He gave her a long, hard stare with an expression that she did not recognize. Was it sympathy? Then Lachlan opened the door and the two of them were greeted with penetrating gazes from the cook and many servants from within the room.
                  Lachlan scoffed at all of them, “All of ye get back to work!” he said roughly, causing everyone to return to what they had previously been doing.
                  “Alana!” he barked, and only a second more went by before the elderly lady came to his side.
                  “My Laird?” she asked politely, doing a small curtsy to show her