The quiet, ethereal woman with sun-colored hair came around the table. She looked close to Ella’s age, her red lips set in a pale face. She stood before her, tipping her head to the side as she studied Ella. “Ye, Arabella Sutherland, wish to marry my fourth brother, Bàs Sinclair?”

…

Now that Joshua wasn’t charging at her, Cain released Ella. The bending of the woman’s brows showed her confusion. “Bàs? I do not under—”

“My youngest brother is named Death,” Cain said. Certainly, if she refused to wed him, she would not ask to wed his brother. “Bàs means death in Gaelic, named for the fourth horseman from the Bible.”

The woman’s mouth dropped open as she looked toward Cain’s youngest brother. Even though Bàs was the quietest of the four, he was as large, his strength finally growing into him over the last few years.

Joshua chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “Did ye think his name was short for Sebastian?”

Ella shook her head. “Your mother named you Death?”

“Our father did,” Cain said. “Since he was the fourth horseman to be born after the third horseman,” he pointed to Gideon, “and the second horseman.” He pointed to Joshua.

“So, by choosing Death, ye chose him to wed,” Joshua said, his maddening grin in place. He looked like he was starting to enjoy the exchange now that the shock of their father’s death had waned. Maybe he wouldn’t lose his mind and try to kill Ella again.

Ella turned on Joshua. “George Sinclair did not name you ‘Start A Bloody Fight,’” she said, jabbing her finger in his direction.

Her cheeks were stained pink, and her voice rose. Aye, she was brave. Even though he’d felt her heart flying, she did not swoon or cry out. She yelled instead. He liked that.

“And you,” she said, pointing toward Gideon. “He did not name you ‘Starve Your Neighbors.’”

Gideon frowned, and Cain almost smiled. The lass knew exactly where to stab in his brother’s most vulnerable spot. “Famine is only one interpretation of the third horseman,” Gideon said. “I am to keep track of the food and supplies, but I am also the one to decide what is fair and just.” He rolled up the sleeve of his tunic on his uninjured arm to show the tattoo of weighing scales. “I am Justice.”

“Fair and just as long as it sways in favor of the sons of Sinclair,” Ella finished. The lass had a firm grasp on the beginning of Revelations. He would have to spend time reminding Gideon that they did not think of him as Famine. She spun her gaze toward Cain. “And you are not named ‘Spill all the Blood and Replace it with Sinclair Blood.’”