Noah, If We Were To Get Married,

As A Matter Of Fact, She Has Refused To Marry Me.” “so When's The Wedding?” Ramsey Asked.

Iain's Gaze Went Back And Forth Between Gillian And Brodick. "father Laggan's Back," He Remarked. "and There's Another, Younger Priest Named Stevens With Him." "why Are You Telling Me This?" Brodick Asked. "i Just Wanted You To Know There Are Two Priests Available," Iain Explained With A Meaningful Glance At Gillian.

Your Eyes Have Turned As Black As A Crow’s,” She Blurted Out. He Didn’t Even Blink Over Her Bizarre Comment. “not This Time, Christina,” He Said In A Furious Whisper. “compliments Won’t Get Me Off Balance Again, My Little Temptress. I Swear To God, If You Ever Again Dismiss Me So Casually, I’m Going To––” “oh, It Wasn’t A Compliment,” Christina Interrupted, Letting Him See Her Irritation. “how Presumptuous Of You To Think It Was. The Crow Is Our Enemy.

Men. They Were All So Incredibly Easy To Sway. Pat Them On Their Heads, Give Them Something To Eat, And They'll Follow You Anywhere. Add A Smile And A Few Stupid Compliments, And They'll Immediately Forget All About Their Other Responsibilities.

A Few Minutes Later, She Was Once Again Riding Her Own Horse. Deciding To Take The Lead, She Nudged The Mare Into A Trot, And As She Passed Brodick And Ramsey, She Called Out, "you Used Trickery." "yes, I Did," He Admitted. "are You Angry With Me?" She Laughed Again. "i Don't Get Angry. I Get Even." Unbeknownst To Her, She Had Just Recited The Buchanan Creed.