Teárlag stared down at him in wonder. What a contrast to everyone and everything else she knew. Blackthorne was a devil next to him. Hell, he might be the devil anyway, but the difference was so remarkable as to be shocking.

"How long ago was this?"

"Shortly after Isobel came, six or seven weeks ago."

"What was her name?" Teárlag asked, thinking of the poor lass stuck in Blackthorne's dungeon. She'd been there around six weeks to her knowledge.

"Màiri."

Teárlag was silent for a few more moments.

"Have you no more questions? Is the game over already?" Thorburn asked.

"Why did you agree to be punished with Isobel?" She...