Moira already knew that Argyll castle was beautiful, but as they were walking through its many halls and great rooms and Ciaran was explaining how he had
renovated everything...she was quite impressed. It was even more beautiful than Blackwell castle and to her that had been home all her life. This place was warm;
the fire burned in every hearth, there were flowers and plants in every corner, the furniture was made of dark wood and there were more books than she could count.
Out of the kitchen came the welcoming smell of freshly baked bread. She was walking behind him, and looking at that strong back messed with her mind.
All she could think of was how it would be to be held by him, to lose herself in those arms...
The more she heard him talking, the more the old darkness that had surrounded Argyll castle faded away and was replaced by this man that made her feel things
she had never felt before. Perhaps it had been a mistake coming here...maybe she needed to get out. The affect he had on her...it couldn´t be good.
Moira had learned from experience what happened if she trusted people to fast, she always ended up hurt one way or another. More often than not she had been
disappointed because people proved themselves weak, and she couldn´t live with that.