“Nay, m’love, I canna stop.” He slowly rose from his seat, keeping
his voice soft and low, barely louder than the sound of the rain. “Yer the
first woman in sixteen years . . .” His words stalled. Was he really ready to
reveal his scarred heart and his painful history to an outsider, to a woman? A
twenty-first-century woman who more than likely had ne’er heard of the MacDara
druids or the druid clans?
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