Page 89 of Once Upon A Haunted Castle
He nodded. “I do.”
Senara was too gentle to be subjected to his aunt. The lass could fight decently enough, but a sword wouldn’t help against the cut of Edana’s sharp tongue.
Senara ran her fingertips over the horse’s chin where several scraggly white whiskers jutted from his velvety fur, and the beast resumed walking once more. “Do ye think she’ll like me?”
His aunt would hate Senara– for her beauty, her vitality, her differing perspective on life, and her inability to be impressed by wealth– all the things Gavin found so curiously fascinating.
“I think ye shouldna worry about impressing her,” Gavin said finally. “She isna a woman easily won over.”
He’d hoped to dissuade Senara, but the set of her chin told him she’d taken his words, instead, as a challenge.
They began the short path toward the castle entrance, and Gavin found himself wishing to prolong their arrival. Senara was captivating and alluring. Even the way the light caught her loose golden hair, it was as if the sun itself were drawn to her.
“Were ye traveling to Castle of Park as well?” she asked.
“I was,” Gavin said. It was time to be honest on his position. He slid his gaze in her direction to gauge her reaction. “It’s my home and I’m its laird.”
