Page 53 of Moon Craving

"I will provide you with food to break your morning fast." He looked downright

growly.

"I'm full."

He narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure?"

"I'm not a warrior. I don't need that much."

"I'll not have you wasting away, wife."

She felt a blush climb her cheeks at his verbal claim to her. "I won't."

"You are small."

"Are Highlander women so much larger, then?" Emily hadn't mentioned such a

thing in her letters.

"Nay, but you are fragile." He said the last word with a twist of his mouth.

Ah, the weakness thing again. "Emily is no bigger than me, and she's doing just

fine among your brethren."

"She lives among the Balmoral."

"Same thing."

"No, it is not." He frowned fiercely. "We are the Sinclair, they are Balmoral."

"Are there no Chrechte among them?" she asked, trying to understand her new

husband's point.

Perhaps he thought the fiercer warriors a danger to her. Though that didn't make

much sense to her either, but then much of the way men thought didn't.

"The Balmoral is Chrechte."

"Emily's husband?"

"Aye."

"There, you see? I will do fine." She might be afflicted, but that had only made her

stronger, not encouraged weakness.

Though only Emily had ever acknowledged such.

"You think to compare me to the Balmoral?"

She decided she would be best served with one of the shrugs so popular with the

Highland warriors.

He shook his head as if unable to believe her. "You are a Sinclair now, you will not