“And I love you. Do you feel a change in the air? It is calmer. Cleaner.”
“Aye, but I have a sense,” she said, smiling, “that we will see her again. She watches over you—the son, through generations, of her son.”
“Then she will watch over both of us, my love.” He leaned to kiss her.
“Gavin,” she murmured then, “come outside.” She took his hand to lead him toward the outermost door, which opened easily to the garden path.
The storm had cleared. Above heather-covered hills, the sky was deep twilight blue, scattered with stars. In the glen below, Elinor saw more stars—the golden torches carried by Samhain revelers whose faint songs and laughter lifted on the wind.
“Beautiful night,” Gavin murmured, slipping his arm around her waist, the wool of his coat warm against the chill wind. “Peaceful.”
“It is. Do you think we will see Edgar and Angus tonight?”
“And if we do not?”
“I think that would be fine.” Elinor welcomed a tender kiss and hoped no one would visit Braemore that night. The thought felt wicked, exciting, perfect.
For now, she only craved the tranquility of standing beside him in the crisp, cool, autumn air with the castle soaring behind them, its happiness restored.
“I am thinking,” he murmured, “that we need not sell Braemore after all. We will find a way to keep it.”
“We,” she said. “I like that.”
“And I think,” he went on, “Braemore needs a new lady. I wonder if she would do me that honor again.”
“She would,” she whispered, pressing close, feeling his heartbeat, hers, together. The same breeze sifted her hair and his, the same thoughts and desires shared between them. Lifting on her toes, she kissed him and felt her heart open, felt joy ripple through her.
Leaning back, she smiled. “We could have our wedding here.”
“We could, with a few repairs.”
“I have another thought. A plan.”
“Miss Cameron does love a plan.”
“What if we allowed tourists to stay here now and then, in small groups, when we are away? They would love this beautiful place—and the story of haunted lovers.”
“I like that plan. Braemore would benefit.”
“Another thought,” she said, as Gavin chuckled. “We could hold romantic weddings here. Braemore would benefit from that too.”
“Excellent. Let us hold our own first, my love, and consider it, aye?”
“Oh, aye,” she said, and went into the circle of his arms.
The End
Additional Dragonblade books by Author Susan King
Highland Secrets Series
The Scottish Bride (Book1)
The Forest Bride (Book2)
Celtic Hearts Series
The Hawk Laird (Book1)
