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“I do,” he nodded.
“I could have never taken ye for a reader,” she shrugged, and he burst out laughing. The sound warmed her heart.
“Since I am a warrior, I am supposed to be dumb?” he asked her, raising an eyebrow at the prejudice in her mind.
“Perhaps,” Keira replied, smiling a little. She must have sounded awful saying something like that.
“I will let ye ken that I was a rather bright child before my faither decided to turn me out of the castle, and I continued teaching myself even after I left,” he replied, surprising her, “when I returned to the castle, the first thing I worked on was the library because I have always enjoyed reading.”
For a man who looked nothing short of a great warrior, Keira could have never expected him to be a reader. Although she still wished to see the library but was too afraid to step out of her bedchamber even though Harriet had assured her all was going to be fine. Keira nodded at him and continued reading but was acutely aware of Christian’s gaze still on her, which was slightly unnerving. She could simply not focus and annoyingly closed her book to look at him.
“What do ye want from me?” she snapped, knowing how this anger could be lethal for her only.
“I see yer bruises have almost healed,” he remarked, instead of replying to her.
“They have,” she replied, surprised that he had noticed such a thing. “Ye did nae answer my question.”
“Which question?”
“What do ye want from me?”
“I asked ye to have dinner with me, but ye refused, so I am sitting here now. I wished to be in yer company,” he said with a shrug as if such a confession did not mean much to him. Laird MacPherson wanted to spend time with her, but Keira simply could not believe such a thing. It sounded untrue to her ears.
“Why?”
He once again ignored her question. “How are ye feeling now?”
“I am feeling well. Just a little annoyed right now since ye are sitting here and not letting me read,” she replied smugly, a glimpse of past Keira resurfacing without her even realizing it. She recoiled a little, waiting for the burst of anger from Christian, but to her surprise, he laughed softly, a small smile playing on his face. Keira’s heart rate accelerated as she looked at him, laughing and smiling, realizing how it was the most beautiful laughter she had ever seen. Everything about him was etched into perfection.
“Ye have quite some fire in ye, Keira,” he remarked, and she could not help but wonder if that was a compliment.
“I do, me laird, yes,” she answered.
“Christian. My name is Christian, and that is what I want ye to call me.”
“Christian,” she replied softly, testing his name on her lips. It seemed strange to her as if something she was not supposed to say, but it felt good anyway. The man was making her feel emotions she had never felt before, and she could not understand what this hold he had over her.
“Keira?”
“Yes?”
“Do ye want me to kill Eric?” she looked at him confusedly as he voiced out the question and wondered if he was being sarcastic or serious. Sitting there dressed simply in his tunic and kilt, he was asking her if she wanted him to kill a man. A man who had abused her and beaten her. A man he clearly hated. Keira could not understand him. Why would he even propose to kill a man for her sake alone?
“Goodness, no,” she replied immediately, the humane part of her not wishing for anyone’s death. As soon as the reply escaped her lips, she could not help but break down into chuckles at his casual demeanor while asking her such a question. This man was nothing short of a mystery to her, and she did not want for anything other than the chance to unravel him.
CHAPTER6
“I wouldif ye simply say so,” Christian said in all seriousness, his heart-warming as he watched her laugh. He never could have imagined her laughing around him, and he was pleasantly surprised when he had felt her getting comfortable around him. He felt as if she just might trust him.
“I would nae want ye to have his death on yer hands,” she shrugged. He realized that she did not care much about Eric dying but simply about his death not being blamed on Christian.
“If ye insist,” he finally agreed, raising an eyebrow as if he was doing her a favor, and she chucked softly.
“I wanted to thank ye,” she said.
“What for?” he asked, appearing rather confused.
“For taking such good care of me,” she smiled at him, and he knew she genuinely meant it. “Harriet has been there for me through it all, and it is her kind company, which has allowed me to heal even quicker.”
