Bella MacDuff személy
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”Magnus, you’re back!” Grabbing hold of his elbow, she [Bella] turned him back to the table. “You must tell me all that is happening in the south.” She pursed her mouth in Lachlan’s direction and gave an indignant toss of her chin. “He tells me nothing.”
MacRuairi lifted a wry brow. “That’s because I don’t want you grabbing a sword to join them.”
She reached over to give the infamous mercenary a gentle pat on the arm as if soothing a naughty child. “That’s ridiculous. I don’t have a sword.” She winked up at Magnus and whispered. “I have a bow.”
Good God in heaven, could this man really have been sent by Robert?
Built to intimidate, he was tall, broad-shouldered, and packed with layers—and layers—of muscle. He was every inch a powerful warrior: solid, strong, and deadly.
But he was no knight. One glance told her that. He had the look of a man born to fight. Not on a steed of white, clad in mail, but a brute who liked to brawl in the dirt.