Two days after her last visit, Teárlag's carriage and two carts of her things, primarily clothes, arrived at the Keep. Stuart was there to greet her. Teárlag looked around, but didn't see Thorburn, who was even now, eyeing her from a window on the second floor. Thorburn sighed. Too bad she'd betrayed him. He'd really cared for her; thought it possible he could marry her. She was so unlike the women he knew, prim, proper and buttoned up tighter than a drum head. Teárlag was laughter and fun, sexual games and excitement. He'd looked forward to every moment he was with her. Her treachery had wounded him deeply.

Though he...