Edward stiffened and glared at the older man, outraged by the insult. “Are you saying my word isn’t good?”“Nay, I’m saying I would feel more secure in the alliance if there were more at stake than mutual protection. I don’t want my lands in the hands of a man like Duncan Cameron. He’s a greedy, power-hungry bastard who’d betray his own mother to further his cause.“There are rumors, Edward, more now than ever, that Duncan plots against the king. And I’ve heard that he might throw in his lot with Malcolm to support another uprising against the throne.”Edward drummed his fingers on the table and looked again at Alan, who wore what could only be described as a pained look of resignation.“I’ll have to speak to my brothers. I won’t make any decision that affects Alan without hearing his thoughts on the matter.”McDonald nodded. “Of course. I would expect no less. Separately, we are strong clans. But together we would be a force to be reckoned with. Think you the McLauren clan would join
Mary was long asleep when Edward came to their chamber that night. He stood by the bed and watched as she slept, so burrowed under the furs that only her nose peeked out.Talks with McDonald had rapidly deteriorated as more ale had been consumed. Instead of talking marriage and alliances, the men had sat around the table in the hall drinking and engaging in bawdy tellings of tavern wenches and old battle scars.Edward had excused himself, more interested in slipping into a warm bed with his wife than engaging in ribald boasting. It should bother him that even asleep the lass had such a hold over him that all he had to do was imagine her above stairs in his bed and he grew restless and ready to depart the men. But he found that it didn’t bother him at all.While the rest were in the hall fondly recounting nights spent in the arms of a woman, he’d be above stairs holding his in his arms.He undressed and carefully pulled back the bed covers. She immediately stirred, frowned, and then ya
Edward shook his head. “I won’t leave her.”He ran a finger through her limp hair and touched her cheek, alarmed by how cool her skin felt to his touch. Her breathing was shallow, so light that many times he’d leaned his head down, afraid that no air escaped her nose any longer.She’d slipped into unconsciousness. She hadn’t moved, hadn’t stirred or cried out from the vicious pain assaulting her. He didn’t know what was worse. Hearing her helpless cries or seeing her as still as death.They both frightened the hell out of him.Maddie stood by the bed for a long moment, and then with a sigh, she turned and left the chamber.Before Edward could recline on the bed beside Mary, his brothers burst into the chamber.“How is she?” Alan demanded.Caleb didn’t speak, but the storm was there in his eyes as he stared down at Mary.Edward touched Mary’s cheek again and ran his fingers underneath her nose until he felt the light exchange of air on his skin. There was so much turmoil churning in hi
“We’ve questioned everyone who served, everyone in the kitchen, everyone who came into contact with the food, and everyone who was gathered in the hall,” Caleb reported.“Gertie is distraught,” Alan said grimly. “She’s sick that Mary was poisoned. I don’t believe for a moment that Gertie was behind it even if she would have had the easiest opportunity of anyone. She’s been with our clan since before we were born. She was loyal to our father and has been steadfast since his death.”Edward didn’t believe it either, but he’d be a fool to discount the possibility. He couldn’t imagine anyone in his clan trying to kill Mary. Why would they? She represented hope. She was their salvation and there wasn’t anyone who didn’t know that.But someone had.Gannon and Cormac entered the hall, their expressions grim. Fatigue lined their faces and they made a direct line toward Edward.“Laird, we have a report.”Edward gestured for them to sit.Cormac took a seat but Gannon opted to stand, his agitatio
Only Edward, his brothers, and Gannon, Cormac, and Diormid knew the truth. That Mary hadn’t been the intended victim. There were many reasons for Edward to keep the information to himself.One, his clan had become fiercely protective of Mary since the incident. They all looked after her with a keen eye, and she was never alone. That suited Edward’s purposes perfectly, because whether someone was trying to kill Mary or not, she still faced the threat that was Duncan Cameron.Two, he had no desire for her to worry, and if she found out that Edward was the intended victim, not once but twice, there was no telling what the lass might do. Edward had discovered in a short time that she was fierce in her protection of those she considered hers.And the lass did consider him hers, much to his smug satisfaction. She may not have given him the words he wanted to hear, but there was no denying her possessiveness when it came to him. He remembered well the look she’d given him when Rachael McDona
Bertha beamed at Mary. “Come, lass, you must celebrate with us.”Mary turned to leave the hall with the women when Edward cleared his throat. Slowly she turned around and peeked up at the laird. Surely he wasn’t angry with her. Not after having heard the full story.His expression was still stern as he crooked his finger at her. With a sigh, she left Bertha to go to her husband. The women remained in the hall, either curious over what the laird wanted or to defend Mary from reprimand. Mary wasn’t sure, but she was grateful for their support.When she was at a respectable distance, she stopped and folded her hands in front of her. “You wanted me?”He crooked his finger again, and she huffed as she moved even closer. He stretched out his finger and touched her chin, prodding until she was looking directly up at him.“You have instructions for me, Laird?”“Aye, lass, I do.”She cocked her head farther back and waited for his order.His fingers trailed over her chin to her jaw where Heath
After washing out her mouth and getting dressed, Mary headed below stairs where she was met by Gannon. She raised her eyebrows in surprise when she saw him because since her poisoning, Edward had made it a point to have either himself or one of his brothers guarding her every moment of every day. It was a fact she was resigned to and had accepted with good grace.“Good morning, my lady,” Gannon said cheerfully.“Good morning, Gannon. Tell me, what have you done to anger your laird?”Gannon blinked and eyed her with confusion. Then he laughed as he realized she was jesting with him over his duty.“Nothing, my lady, ’tis the truth I volunteered for the chore of looking after you today. The laird and his brothers have gone out to greet the McDonalds.”Her eyebrows rose again. Any talk of the McDonalds had been dispensed with after her poisoning. Why, she’d even forgotten the matter of an alliance herself. The McDonalds’ departure was not on pleasant terms, so the idea that they had retur
Over the next weeks, the weather grew warmer and Mary spent as much time outside the keep as she could. Though she wouldn’t admit as much to Edward, she kept a sharp eye to the horizon, watching for when her dowry would be brought by the king’s escort.Edward’s missive to the king had gone unanswered thus far, but Mary held hope that any day they would hear the news that the dowry had been carried to Woods land.Her belly had pooched ever so slightly. It wasn’t noticeable under the full skirts of her dress, but at night, naked, beneath Edward, he delighted in the tiny swell that harbored his child.He couldn’t keep his hands or his mouth from the mound. He’d palm and caress it and then kiss every inch of her flesh. His obvious joy over her pregnancy brought Mary great satisfaction. Her clan’s joy over the announcement warmed her to her toes.When Edward had stood during the evening meal and announced Mary’s pregnancy, the hall had erupted in cheers. The word raced throughout the keep