The Secret of a Highland Rebel Read Online Kenna Kendrick

Categories Genre: Historical Fiction, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 74044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
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He could never lay his hand on hers, yet she was the one laying in his heart…

Bevin Murray’s betrothal is expected to be a magical fairytale. Her fiancé is polite, caring and tender, but much to her surprise — only on paper. As she discovers his true self, Bevin is torn between duty to her clan and what she truly desires.
And when buried feelings for her father’s servant emerge, it all turns into a hopeless torment.
Keenan MacNeish knows his place as a loyal servant of Laird Murray well. He does, however, harbor a dark secret, a secret of treacherous proportions. But when a forbidden affection sprouts between him and the Laird’s daughter, Bevin, his plan falls apart as he cannot stay away.
But how to make a choice between his clan and the lass he loves?
For we all know what happens to traitors…
Only a forbidden touch can be so tempting…

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CHAPTER ONE

The first night of the new moon phase was particularly dark, but that didn't stop anyone from going about their business, especially the two men stumbling through the darkness. Keenan MacNeish had a puzzled expression on his face. His Laird, John Murray of clan Athol, leaned against him, one arm slung over his neck, holding up the lantern, their only source of light in the absolute blackness.

The two men wore cloaks over their heads, and the light from their lantern cast shadows over their faces, making them unrecognizable. Keenan was leading the way, but only because he was the only one who was thinking clearly. He was still essentially doing what he was told. He sighed as he dragged his drunken Laird toward the pub, his breath letting out steam in the cold air atop the hill.

"Me Laird... Are ye certain ye want to visit the pub? Nae only have ye missed dinner and should be back at the castle by now, but I am sure this pub owner does nae want ye back after last time," Keenan said. Sweat dripped from his brow, and he wished he had a free hand to wipe it away. He sighed, exhausted. He'd dragged Laird Murray all the way up here from the bottom of the hill, as he was stumbling and couldn't stay on track by himself. If Keenan left him alone, he would fall down the slope due to his lack of balance. For a brief moment, the thought of the Laird falling from the hill seemed too pleasant. He shook his head to clear his mind of the image.

“Why dae ye question me, Keenan? I want to go to that pub because they have the best ale!” John Murray said, slurring his words.

“Aye, but ye have been drinkin’ at other pubs all night. Ye seemed quite satisfied with those until a moment ago…” Keenan murmured. John gave him a look, narrowing his eyes like he had been offended.

“Are ye… are ye givin’ me attitude, Keenan? I ken me ale and what I like best. Yer only job is to make sure that I get it. Ye always dae as I say, since when dae ye talk back to me?” John asked threateningly. Keenan, on the other hand, saw him as threatening as a whiny, petulant child. He hadn't been scared by the Laird in a long time.

Regardless, John was correct. Keenan usually let the Laird do whatever he wanted, especially recently. It served him well when the Laird, who couldn't go a day without seeing the bottom of a barrel, made a fool of himself. Still, he was irritated by John's antics tonight, because he was already drunk enough for his own purposes. So the strain of dragging him to the pub was entirely unnecessary. He was a large man — in fact, he was a large warrior, or was until he succumbed to the temptations of alcohol. The point was that he was quite heavy.

It also did not help that Keenan already had plans for them both that evening. Well, there is still some time before the gathering. I am sure we can make this quick. Keenan only let go of John when they got to the top of the hill and were in a safe place for him to stumble around. The Laird floundered to the pub's door and banged on it.

Keenan stood back, his eyes hooded, watching the scene unfold. He could hear sounds from inside, so he knew they were open even though their doors and windows were closed. He could see light shining through the slits between the wood in the windows.

“Open up, ye old bastard!” John shouted, continuing to bang on the door like a lunatic. Keenan didn't blame Old Newman, the pub owner, who had probably seen them coming up the hill and locked up. When John was last here, he almost set the place on fire. As the window cracked open and Old Newman poked his head out, Keenan sighed tiredly.


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