Sabrina parted the glossy leaves to peer out. On moonless nights, when the hounds whimpered and howled around the manor walls, it was said a MacDonnell was stalking the shadowy forests, searching for a naughty boy or girl to carry back to his lair. The children of Cameron Glen trembled in fear of them, and men full grown took care not to wander far from the village after dusk. Great shaggy creatures who walked on two legs and wore nothing but fresh animal skins. Fearsome giants they were, her brothers whispered by candlelight, half man and half beastie. The MacDonnells had haunted her nightmares for most of her short life. The MacDonnells were coming, and one careless move might see her bones melted to Cameron stew before this day was done. She sneezed, then clapped a chubby hand over her mouth and burrowed deeper into the hedge. ![]() Tiny feathers of pollen tickled her nostrils. ![]() Sabrina Cameron rubbed one of her mother’s plump tea roses beneath her uptilted nose.
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