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“I told her about the bad batch o’ cider, but she does no’ recall getting ill herself,” Jinny said suddenly, concern obvious in her voice.
“Do you not?” Lady Annabel asked, and while she didn’t exactly sound concerned, Joan could hear a frown in her voice.
“Nay,” Joan admitted and dropped the linen in the bowl, then turned to pick up her dress. Jinny immediately rushed to her side to help her don it.
“If ye’ll sit in the chair, m’lady, I’ll fix yer hair,” Jinny said, moving to get the brush once she’d finished tying her stays for her.
“I shall do it, Jinny. I would like to talk to Joan anyway,” Lady Annabel said quietly and suggested, “Why do you not go break your fast?”
Jinny hesitated, her gaze sliding to Joan.
“’Tis all right. Go ahead,” Joan said with a nod.
Jinny handed the brush to Lady Annabel and slipped from the room.
“Sit,” Lady Annabel said lightly, gesturing to the chairs by the fire.
Joan settled in one of the chairs and stared at the long cold ashes in the hearth.
“It was not a bad batch of cider,” Annabel announced as she began to run the brush through Joan’s hair. “The servants were just told that to prevent gossip.”
Joan raised her eyebrows. “What was it then?”
“I’m not sure, but it was something in your goblet alone,” her aunt admitted.
“Mine?” Joan asked with surprise. “Then how did the other girls…” She let the question die as she recalled offering the goblet to Murine.
“Aye. All five of you drank from your goblet. You had two sips, and then offered it to Murine. The girls said you thought she was on the verge of fainting,” her aunt explained, not realizing that she was recalling now. “The other girls tried it because you both said it was bitter. They only had one drink. You had two. You all fainted after drinking it, but you stayed asleep longer while the other girls woke by the evening meal.”
“We were poisoned?” Joan asked quietly.
“It would appear so,” Annabel said and then frowned. “But I wonder if whatever was in the drink was meant to kill you or just make you ill. None of you took very ill in the end, so I began to think perhaps it was just meant to make you sleep for a while, but…”
“But?” Joan asked when she paused.
“But now Lady Finola is dead,” Annabel said on a sigh.
Excerpt from TO MARRY A SCOTTISH LAIRD ©2014 by Lynsay Sands. All rights reserved.
Length: 384 pages
Publisher: Avon (June 24, 2014)
New York Times bestselling author Lynsay Sands returns to the Highlands of Scotland in her hottest new historical romance yet!
Highlander Campbell Sinclair is no stranger to battle, so when he sees a lad attacked by bandits, he jumps into the fray. He didn't count on being stabbed. Grateful to the boy for nursing him back to health, Cam offers to accompany Jo safely to his destination. But when he accidentally comes across the lad bathing in the river, Cam discovers that Jo is actually Joan . . . with the most sinful of curves.
Joan promised her mother that she would deliver a scroll to the clan MacKay. But traveling alone is dangerous, even disguised as a boy. When a Scottish warrior lends his aid, she is more than relieved . . . until he surprises her with lingering kisses and caresses that prove her disguise hasn't fooled him. As their passion ignites, will the secrets of the scroll force a wedding . . . and lead to a love she's never known?
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