Finley snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. “Nay, perhaps with mah death, but if ye bury me in a dress, I will come back tae haunt ye.”
“I believe it,” her aunt replied, sliding her arm in Finley’s. “Come. Let us feast on this day and what the plans will be for the future.”
Leeth was waiting for them at the head table, nodding to her aunt. “Mah Lady,” he replied, placing his fist over his heart as a show of respect and honor.
“Get on with ye,” her aunt replied, waving a hand at him. Finley noted the high color of her cheeks as she gazed upon the warrior but found herself distracted even more by the way her mentor was reacting.
“Finley,” he said, tearing his eyes away from the new Lady. “Wot do ye think aboot this?”
Finley released her aunt’s arm, giving her hand a squeeze. “I dinnae think that we could have done any better for a laird tae protect.”
Her aunt wiped a tear from her cheek. “Go on now! Time tae celebrate!”
