Page 68 of Beguiled

The carriage took a deep bend then, throwing them against one another and making them laugh, even as David’s leg ached like the very devil. When they came out of the bend, Murdo said, “Look, you can see Laverock House from here.”

He pointed out the window, and David followed the line of his arm to a house several miles away, set on a hillside, looking down over Murdo’s land. It was difficult to make much out from this distance, but it looked to be a good-sized manor house, built of solid grey stone.

“Your home,” Murdo said. “For the next few months.”

Home.

It sounded good.

It sounded…wonderful.

David looked up to find Murdo smiling at him, and he smiled back.

He was going home.

And it felt right.

The End