It was killing, seeing the way her jaw dropped open, for Callm to speak. But one glance at her poor bastard lover lying dead at her feet brought him back to life.

"Stay exactly where you are."

To be truthful? What iced his brain? One thing only--the fact he'd retreated to some place beyond everything. Because this was his life, wasn't it? To stand here looking hard. The defender of the glen. Whatever the cost. Whatever the consequence. And it was always going to be ...