“I’m just going into the kitchens to see Gertie,” she called as she walked by. “I won’t venture farther than that.”Gannon nodded but kept an eye on her progress. “Stay where I can see you, my lady.”She smiled and stepped inside the door but remained where Gannon could see her from where he sat.Only, Gertie wasn’t tending the fire as was her habit. Mary sniffed the air. No bread was baking either, which was unusual given that Gertie always had a loaf baking, day or night. Mary often wondered when the woman took her rest.Perhaps she’d stepped into the larder. Aye, that was likely, and if so, she’d return in a moment’s time. Gertie wouldn’t leave an unattended fire for more than a few seconds.But when Gertie didn’t return, Mary frowned. A noise that sounded like a moan coming from the larder spurred her into action. She rushed through the kitchen and stepped inside the small room, her gaze seeking Gertie.There crumpled on the floor lay Gertie, blood trickling down her temple. Mary
“Is this some trick?” McLauren murmured beside Edward. “Where are the rest of his men? ’Tis suicide to come without his army.”“Remain here,” Edward said grimly. He motioned for his brothers and Gannon and Cormac, and rode forward until he was just before the king but still on Woods land.The king looked tired and as if he still suffered the effects of his illness. His face was drawn and pale and his shoulders sagged precariously.“Your Majesty,” Edward acknowledged. “Why have you come to my borders?”“I’ve come to correct a wrong. And to thank you.”Of all the things Edward thought his king might say, that wasn’t one of them. He cocked his head to the side but didn’t say anything, instead waiting for the king to explain.“You come with the might of not only your army, but that of the McDonald and the McLauren clans,” the king said. “Tell me, Laird Woods, would you have fought me this day had I come under the declaration of war?”“Aye,” Edward said without hesitation.Amusement gleame
Alan and a dozen of the Woods soldiers rode at a steady pace throughout the day. Since they’d gained a late start, what would normally be a day’s ride would now require them to arrive on McDonald’s land the next morning.Knowing this, Alan didn’t press, and actually halted his men to make camp just after dusk. They built only one fire and kept the blaze low so it didn’t illuminate a wide area.After they’d eaten the food that Gertie had prepared for the journey, Alan divided his men into two groups and told the first of the six men to take the first watch.They stationed themselves around the encampment, providing protection for the remaining six to bed down for a few hours’ rest.Though Alan was scheduled for the second watch, he couldn’t sleep. He lay awake on the hard ground, staring up at the star-filled sky. It was a clear night and cold. The winds were picking up from the north, heralding a coming change in the weather.Married. To Rachael McDonald. He tried hard but could barel
“There you go again, Keeley,” she mumbled. Her flights of fancy often veered dramatically to the absurd. The tales she spun in her head would make a bard look boring.His colors were unfamiliar to her, but then she had never been farther than McDonald land in her life.She had no hope of getting him to her bed so she did the next best thing. She brought her bed to him.She arranged the blankets and pillows around him so that he would be comfortable, and then she added wood to her dying fire. Already the room had gone chilly.Next, she collected her supplies and gave thanks that she’d traveled into the neighboring village a few days past to replenish her meager stock. Most of what she needed, she gathered herself. And thank the good Lord that she had superior healing skills, because it was all that had sustained her for the last years.Though the McDonalds were quick enough to toss her out of the clan, they had no compunction about seeking her out when one of them needed healing. It wa
A glance at her window had her grimacing. Dusk was upon them and it was growing chillier with each passing minute. She needed to get up to cover the window and she also needed to stoke the fire if they were to be warm the night through.There was also the matter of the warrior’s horse, if the animal hadn’t already ambled off. Few things would make a man angrier than to have his horse neglected. He’d probably sooner forgive her neglecting his injuries before forgiving insult to his horse. Men had their priorities, after all.With a sigh of regret, she set about extricating herself from the warrior’s grasp. No simple feat when he seemed just as determined that she stay.He frowned in his sleep and even mumbled a few words that pinkened her cheeks and scorched her ears. But in the end, she won out and managed to slip underneath his arm and roll free.She struggled to her feet, stretching her stiff muscles, before heading to the window to pull down the covering and secure the sides. The w
An uneasy prickle skittered over Keeley’s skin a bare moment before she opened her eyes. She gasped and would have screamed, but a huge hand clamped over her mouth.Terror swept through her when she took in the warriors gathered around where she and the injured warrior lay. They didn’t look at all pleased.They wore fierce scowls, and it dimly registered that two of them bore a striking resemblance to her warrior.She didn’t have time to give it much more thought before she was hauled to her feet by a man wielding a sword easily capable of cleaving her in two.She was about to demand what they were about when the warrior fixed her with a glare so fierce, she promptly swallowed and clamped her lips shut.It appeared the warrior had questions of his own.“Who are you and what have you done to him?” he demanded as he pointed to where her warrior lay on the floor.She gaped, unable to call back her gasp of indignation. “Do? I’ve done nothing, sir. Well, except save his life, but I suppose
Keeley studied the laird with interest because it was evident that he’d spoken the truth. His brother and wife meant a lot to him. She could see the worry in his face, and her romantic heart took over.How sweet that the laird would spirit away a healer just so his wife would have someone when her time came.Keeley nearly groaned. How ridiculous was it to wax poetic about how romantic the laird was. He’d abducted her, for the love of all that was holy. She should be screaming the forest down, not dwelling wistfully on the laird’s obvious affection for his wife.“You are a simpleton,” she muttered.“I beg your pardon?”Gannon sounded positively affronted.“Not you. ’Tis myself I’m referring to.”She thought she heard him make reference to daft women, but she couldn’t be sure.“How long is the journey to your keep, Laird?” she called out.The laird turned in her direction. “Barely a day, but with Alan having to be carried, we can count on it taking longer. We’ll travel as far as we can
At that, Keeley’s back went up and she struggled to free herself from Gannon’s hold. He lifted her down and as soon as her feet were planted on the ground, she faced Mary with an indignant huff.“I’ll have you know I’m sought out regularly for my healing abilities. Furthermore, I had no desire to come with Laird Woods. I wasn’t given a choice! Am I qualified? Certainly. But the question that should be posed is whether I’m willing to tend to Alan’s wounds.”Mary blinked and her mouth fell open. Her brows drew together in confusion just before she rounded on her husband who was glaring holes through Keeley.“Edward? Is this true? You abducted this woman?”Edward’s lips twisted in a snarl. He pointed at Keeley and advanced. Keeley clamped her legs together to keep her knees from knocking. She wouldn’t show fear even if she was terrified to her toes.“You will address Lady Woods with respect. You have two choices. You can accept your fate or you can die. And if you ever show my wife such