“Aye. Didn’t Fin tell you Eilean Dubhan is his island?” the general wondered.
I whipped my head to Fin, who smiled back. “He said he owned some property on it,” I growled.
The general let out a guffaw. “Well, he spoke the truth, but only half of it. He’s the laird of Eilean Dubhan.”
“I think that’s enough, General. The young lady isn’t interested in such things,” Fin spoke up.
“Piffle, I say! Don’t brush off your heritage as though it was something to be ashamed of. Own it, man!” the general scolded him.
“And own it I do, my dear general, but weren’t you planning a hunt?” Fin reminded him.