A Battle Begins
“Mama, a rider’s coming!”
Moira nodded. “Riley, fetch your sisters and go to the cellar.” The boy didn’t hesitate to follow her orders.
Moira slipped a dagger from beside the door in her apron before heading outside. She was waiting for him when the rider reached her front yard.
“Mrs. Donovan,” the man greeted snidely.
“McGuffin,” Moira returned coldly.
“Does your husband have an answer?”
“We’re not selling.”
“The clan needs this hill, Moira.”
Moira scoffed. “So you and the other lords can satisfy your warmongering? We’d rather die first.”
McGuffin sneered down at her. “You just might,” he growled.