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pleasure. She wanted to feel naught, but Graeme Campbell was making it difficult. Hot blood surged through her, and her body thrummed with the need to experience the pleasure she had found with Graeme Campbell in her dreams.
    But somewhere deep inside her, voices whispered of danger, of lost powers and pain. However, heeding those voices while Graeme was kissing her was virtually impossible. Why could he not be selfish like other men? Why didn’t he just spread her legs and take his pleasure? She didn’t want her body to thrill to his touch.
    Graeme’s words about spells brought her abruptly back to reality. He believed she was a witch and would always feel that way, no matter how vehemently she denied it.
    “I canna cast spells,” she explained defensively. “I am a healer. People who do not know me call me a witch, but I am not. What I do harms no one.”
    He muttered something she didn’t understand, then took her lips again in a soul-destroying kiss that sent her senses reeling. Willing her mind elsewhere, she wasn’t prepared when he slid his hand between her legs and touched her intimately. She felt her body swell, felt moisture gathering, and shrieked when he inserted a finger inside her.
    Her legs shook and her body literally exploded with feeling as his finger moved deep inside her tight passage, preparing her for his entry.
    “Open for me, Blair. ’Tis time.”
    Blair resisted for a moment, then realized the futility of it and let her knees fall open. He moved over her, his demanding shaft prodding against her. He felt hard and swollen against her tender flesh . . . and hot. She stiffened slightly, preparing herself for his entry.
    She heard the commotion at the door before Graeme did. She pushed at his chest, but he was so intent on consummation that it took several desperate attempts to alert him before he became aware of their unwelcome visitor.
    “Who is it?” he roared loud enough to be heard through the closed door.
    “ ’Tis Gavin, Laird Graeme. I must speak with ye.”
    “Now? God’s nightgown, I am with my bride.”
    “Sorry, mon, but ’tis important,” Gavin persisted.
    Blair was already scooting from bed and reaching for her chamber robe. “Father needs me. I must go to him.”
    Graeme wrapped his plaid around his waist and stomped to the door. “What is it?” he growled, none too pleased at the interruption.
    “The laird is dead,” Gavin said. “He died peacefully. Father Lachlan was with him.”
    “Father,” Blair choked out on a sob. She pushed past Graeme before he could stop her. Graeme followed close behind.
    Father Lachlan was performing last rites when they arrived at MacArthur’s bedchamber. Blair knelt beside the bed while the priest anointed Douglas with holy oil and placed coins on his eyes. When he was done, he stepped back and placed a comforting hand on Blair’s shoulder.
    “Douglas’s last words were for ye and yer husband, lass,” he said. “He insisted that ye and Graeme should leave Gairloch immediately.”
    “Now?” Graeme questioned.
    “Just before Douglas passed,” Gavin explained, “a messenger arrived from Niall. The new laird will be home tomorrow, and Douglas wants ye both gone before he arrives.”
    “I canna leave before Father is laid to rest,” Blair cried. “ ’Tisna right.”
    “ ’Tis yer dying father’s wish,” Lachlan reminded her. “Douglas was a canny mon. If he sensed danger to ye, then ye had best heed his warning. Alyce has already been alerted and awaits ye in the hall with yer trunks. She wishes to travel with ye to Stonehaven, if Laird Campbell has no objections.”
    “I’m sure Alyce will be of great comfort to Blair,” Graeme allowed.
    “Aye,” Blair agreed. “I will be glad for Alyce’s company. I canna recall when she hasna been with me. Nevertheless, I canna leave until after Father’s funeral Mass.”
    “You can and you will,” Graeme said firmly. “You must heed your father’s last wishes,