Chapter 93 Eilean Donan Castle: Chance Or Crash?
- Iona looked at her mother as she approached. She stood up, clutching the fabric of her skirt in her fists. Fiona was unhappy with the situation, her eyes wide, face red, and lips pursed.
- "Oh, mother, I hope nothing went wrong in there . . ."
- "Did you hear how he talked to me?" Fiona hissed at a low volume, interrupting her as if she hadn't heard anything she had said.