“But she was my heart.” His eyes flew to hers, and in the wild depths she saw his aching sadness. Something shifted in Ewan at that-something that Hattie could not explain except to say that he seemed to settle. “From what I hear, that is a great compliment.” He would have done anything to protect her. The confession was unexpected and somehow utterly obvious. “Threatened to take you from him if he didn’t.” “My ability to do it?” She fairly itched to do it. “Do you doubt my willingness to put a knife in you if you come for him again?” But this man had spent a lifetime threatening the man she loved, and he could sod off. There was a truth in the words, clear and sad, and if it had been anyone else speaking them, Hattie would have ached with sympathy for him. And none of it-none of it makes happiness.” “Tonight”-he looked down the docks, past the empty boats to the massive cargo ship being unloaded-“this. “Then you can see why I won’t let you take that from him.” And she wasn’t leaving these docks until he told her. In that moment, Hattie realized that Whit did love her. “Does it belong to you?” He flipped it in his hand, offering her the hilt. She looked up at the duke, their enemy, fear rioting through her.
His gaze fell to the blade, and he reached into his coat, extracting one of his own. “I think you’ll find I’m far less angel than I am warrior.” She extracted her knife and took a step toward the awful man.
“Saviour always lived his life as though name was destiny,” he said with a little laugh. And there is no past between us to keep you safe.” Because if you harm them, these good men with good hearts and strong minds, I will come for you. And here is the truth of it-you would do well to heed it-it is you who should worry. Whit has spent a lifetime worrying about what might happen when you come for him. The wind whipped her skirts about her legs as she came to her full height.
They built a kingdom from nothing-a world of good people who know your brothers’ kindness and generosity and loyalty.
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