Henry narrowed his eyes. “You and I have been at odds since I first brought this matter up. I’ve no wish to fight with you. I just want this settled. I need a strong yet passionless arm in Scotland. You are perfect to infiltrate her people and maintain peace. Between you and the MacAllisters, it will secure my northern borders and leave me free to scrape Philip off my weary hide. If this marriage is not consummated, then she will be able to break the pact as soon as she returns home.”
“I know, Henry.”
“Then why are you making this so much more difficult than it needs be?”
Sin had no idea. It was just a feeling deep in his gut that if he consummated his marriage with Caledonia, then it would be eternal. And the last thing he wanted was to tie a woman like her to a man like him. It seemed foul and cruel.
“Very well,” Sin conceded. “Come morning, you shall have your proof of the deed.”
Henry smiled. “Then I shall leave you to your new bride.”
As Henry left, Sin stared longingly at the papers he carried under his arm. How he wished he could undo this day.
In truth, he didn’t care at all what the others thought of him. But it did matter to him what Callie thought. He didn’t want to see her eyes dark with suspicion, or worse, hatred.
Taking a deep breath, he headed for the door and prepared himself to face her condemnation.
Callie’s heart pounded as she pushed herself away from the door just moments before Henry threw it wide. She gave a quick curtsy to the king as he passed, then waited anxiously to see her husband.
So, Sin was innocent of the murder.
The news relieved her more than she would have ever thought possible. He was far from an innocent, but in this he’d had no part.
When he walked through the door, she bestowed her brightest smile on him.
Confusion darkened his midnight stare as he glanced about the crowd that watched him as if he were the lowest of life and unfit to share the earth with them. But she didn’t care what they thought. Let them be fools if they must.
Her heart lurched at the sight of the drying blood on Sin’s cheek. The wound was already purple and jagged, and it must pain him a great deal. It was an ugly blemish on a man so handsome.
She reached her hand up to touch him. “Let me?—”
He shrugged her touch off and strode from the hall.
Callie swallowed the lump in her throat at his curt behavior. What would have made him behave that way?
Determined to find out, she went after him.
She caught up to her husband down the hallway where servants bustled to get as far away from him as they could. “Where are you going?”
Sin paused at the melodic voice behind him. She had followed?
He turned about to find her directly behind him, with her skirts held in her hands so that she could match his much longer stride. Her trim ankles were bare to his view and the sight of them fired his blood. Not even the plaid she wore that reminded him of a heritage he despised could detract from the way he wanted to claim this lady.
His wife.
The title tore through him.
“I want to be alone,” he said more sternly than he intended.
“Well how fine is that?” Her voice carried the full weight of her sarcastic displeasure. “Here it is our wedding day and you wish to spend it alone. Fine then, call me shoe leather and have with it.”
He frowned at her words. “I beg your pardon? Call you what?”
“Shoe leather.” She gestured toward his feet. “You know, the inconsequential matter that you tread upon without thought. That is all I am to you, isn’t it?”
He couldn’t have been more stunned had she spat in his face. How could she ever think that when to him she was the very essence of heaven itself? He couldn’t imagine a woman more noble or precious, even if she did have an insufferable habit or two. “I have yet to treat you as if you were inconsequential.”
“Yet, he says. Implying that the time will surely come when you will.”
