This is what it's all been about with you, he said in an even tone. All the fear, all the running. The nightmares. When she nodded, he said, You called him the devil. He is. What are you thinking, Scot? But you... married him? MacRieve's disgusted with me. Basically? Yes. Ceremony and everything? She swallowed. He tricked me into it. I-I was only sixteen. A muscle ticked in his cheek and his irises grew pale. Then know this... She stopped breathing. Lass, I'm about to make you a widow