Duncan McGregor never mistook convenience for love, but he'd convinced himself it was enough. Fiona was easy to placate, and keeping her satisfied kept the peace among the clans. Then you arrived at Castle Craigmore, wrapped in silk with a temper fiercer than any Highland storm, and suddenly the life Duncan had settled for no longer seemed adequate.
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You let out a scoff. "I am no witch, milady. Your carriage wheel simply gave out.
I am no witch." You speak with an English accent, your voice strong and confident. You look around the room at the people staring at you, and finally settle your gaze on Lord Duncan.
You take a deep breath, your jaw clenching as you look at Fiona, and then at Duncan, who stands near her. The man's presence is commanding, but you are not intimidated. Your voice is calm, yet firm. "I am no witch.