Emily looked out the bedroom window, at the cloudy sky, her thoughts on the talk she'd had with lady Mckenna.
The woman was scary when she wanted to be. Even worse was that Devon's mother knew of Eliza's nickname.
Who knew such gossip would have reached out here.
Covering her face Emily looked back at the room she had been led to by the only maid they had. She had been a kind old woman, that had spoken of how she had worked for the Mckenna's for years.
As Emily's looked over at the bed, Emily didn't jump when she saw Devon in the room with her.
She had felt him coming long be for his scent hit her nose.
Hw stood to the far side of her bed. His black hair, and Blue eyes, screamed danger.
What the hell was she getting herself into?
What was she getting Eliza into?
"Are you cursed Devon?" Emily watched as his body stiffened at her question. His full lips cracking in a smirk as he walked over to one of the two candles she had lit in the room. It was then Emily knew he was going to give the same answer as his mother.
"Yes,"
He blow out the candle, letting the darkness rush over him.
Only what should have been a blank dark spot next to her bed, was as clear as daylight.
As if she was right next to her Lady Mckenna's words rang in her ear, 'There is no going back for you.' what did she mean, it was no going back for her? Did she really mean curse like in her story or something else? "And you . . . You turn into a wolf?"
Devon folded his arms over his powerful chest, making her realize that he was now in his plaid kilt. Some how he was more mouth watering than ever, he made her want to touch him, to kiss him.
"I answered one of your question's Emily now it's time you answer mine."
She should have known it wouldn't be that easy. "Fine."
"Why are you so determined to have me marry your sister."
Emily bit her lip, not knowing if she should tell him why.
Was it even her place to tell? Knowing he would find out anyway, Emily elevated her chin and ignored the sickening thought of him with her sister in any sexual way. "Because she was rapped and will never get married if anyone found out."
". . .I see, I'm sorry to hear that. But what does that have to do with you, and your happiness." He snapped out the last part.
Angry that he didn't understand, Emily quickly snapped back at him. "It has everything to do with me, I should have been there for her. But all I could think about was the way she made us look to others."
A softness hit Devon's eyes as he spoke to her. "Emily, you can't punish yourself for something you couldn't have known or changed."
Shaking her head Emily looked at the door he had silently come through, even with her now improved hearing it had been hard to hear him coming. "You don't understand."
Devon gave a snort at her words as he quickly spoke again. "I understand what happen to your sister was bad, I agree. But what she tricked you into doing. . .in 'this' she is not the innocent victim." she could see he was trying to be gentle with her, but his anger still filled his voice.
Emily's voice grew higher, the thought of anyone hearing them no longer mattering. "She is the innocent victim!"
"If she so innocent then why are you here and not her."
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The She-Devil's Wolf
Historical FictionThe quiet wallflower Emily Maglite has decided to be more like her twin sister Eliza, the she-devil of Maglite, a girl that speaks her mind and doesn't care who hears it. But now Emily finds that Eliza has tricked her into trading places. To tell...