Eilidh POVI barely stepped through the front doors before I felt it, that thick, heavy tension that means trouble’s waiting.My Da, Duncan, stood in the great hall like a wall of stone, arms crossed, jaw set. My Ma, Isla, was beside him, her posture sharp, chin lifted in that way that meant she’d already decided I was guilty.“Where have ye been?” my father asked, his voice low but dangerous.“Out,” I said simply, shrugging out of my coat. “Why?”Isla’s eyes narrowed. “We’ve just been told ye had lunch wi' the MacAllisters.”I blinked. “And…?”“And,” Duncan growled, “ye knew damn well we’d forbid it and ye went anyway. Ye’ve been keepin’ it quiet so we wouldn’t hear about it, and now the whole bloody town is talkin’.”My coat slid from my fingers onto the floor. “First of all, I didn’t ‘keep it quiet.’ I didn’t think it was worth mentionin’. Second, I don’t need tae justify who I have lunch with, tae ye, or tae anyone.”Duncan took a step forward, eyes flaring. “Ye’re playin’ wi’ fir
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