Keeley smiled brightly. “ ’Tis no need. There is nothing to discuss. I hear the king arrives in two days’ time. Congratulations on your marriage. I’m sure you must be breathless with excitement.”She turned and hurried down the hall, Rachael’s troubled gaze following her the entire way.Alan swung his sword in a wide arc and sent his opponent’s shield flying through the air. ’Twas the fourth man he’d dispatched in as many minutes, and he whirled, looking for his next adversary.His men stood at a wary distance, none stepping up to challenge.Then Caleb stepped in front of him, flipping his sword in a casual manner that was blatantly mocking—and challenging.“You’re spoiling for a fight, brother. ’Tis the truth so I’m more than willing to oblige you.”Alan scowled. “I’m in no mood for your baiting.”Caleb lifted an eyebrow. “Baiting? We both want the same thing. Quit wasting time and raise your sword.”Without pausing to wonder why Caleb was spoiling for a fight, Alan lunged and swung
She lifted her eyebrow. “Are you offering?”He frowned deeper. “Aye. I know ’tis overwhelming and the talk will be of Alan’s marriage on the morrow. But I don’t think you should spend the eve alone in your chamber.”Her expression softened and she smiled up at him.“For God’s sake, just don’t cry,” he grumbled.She smothered her laughter. “I’d be happy for your escort.”He held out his arm and stared pointedly at her.The evening meal was noisy and boisterous, and it lasted long into the night. The high table was filled with lairds of surrounding clans, all jockeying for favor with the king.Rachael looked bored and restless as she sat between Alan and her father. Mary looked as though she’d tip over at any moment, until Edward put his arm around her and pulled her into his side, obviously uncaring of proprieties.Caleb sat next to Keeley and quietly observed the hubbub around him. Though not talkative, he did lean in on more than one occasion and ask Keeley how she was faring.His co
“I am grateful to call the Woods my clan,” she said. “I am proud.”Edward smiled. “Go now. I’ll not keep you further.”Keeley curtsied and hurriedly left the alcove and headed in the direction of the courtyard. She dodged through the throng of people and made her way to the hillside that overlooked the place where Alan and Rachael would be wed.Pulling her shawl tighter around her to ward off the chill, she settled down on the brown patch of grass that had been covered by snow for so long.The brisk wind soothed her and numbed some of the pain that still clawed through her chest. The sun shone high overhead and warmed her face and shoulders. ’Twas a perfect day for a wedding. The near springlike conditions could only be a sign that this day was sanctioned by God himself.The entire keep hummed with an air of expectancy. Banners from a dozen different clans flew high and rippled in the breeze outside the outer skirt. Smaller celebrations among the clans filtered through the air and she
Alan sucked in air through his nostrils. “He is mine to kill.”Caleb sank onto the bed next to his brother. “Aye, when we’ve extracted the necessary information from him, he is yours to kill. No one would deny you that right.”“She saved me again,” Alan said bleakly. “The arrow was meant for me. She stepped in front of it and gave her life for mine.”“She is a fierce lass. She loves you.”That Caleb spoke of love without derision in his voice was surprising. But there was only grudging admiration and truth in his tone.Alan buried his head in his hands. “I’ve made such a mess of things.”“Don’t torture yourself, Alan. You were in an impossible situation. You and Keeley handled it as best you could. Much was riding on your marriage to Rachael.”“I’m married to Keeley,” Alan said quietly.“Aye, I heard it. I bore witness to the handfast.”“It brings me no comfort when she lies dying down the hall.”Caleb glanced at Gannon and then back to Alan. “You sell the lass short, Alan. She’s toug
“Take you where, sweeting?”“To place … where we said … good-bye. Where you last … kissed me.”He buried his face against her neck and wept.“Please.”Oh, God, he didn’t want her to beg. The pleading in her voice completely undid him.“Aye, Keeley, I’ll take you. I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”She smiled faintly and her eyes closed, as if the few words she’d spoken had completely spent her.He gently gathered her in his arms and lifted her. He held her against his chest and pressed his lips to the top of her head. Tears slipped unchecked down his cheeks as he strode down the hall. No one tried to stop him. Mary and Rachael openly wept as he passed. Maddie wore a stricken look and Gannon bowed his head in grief. At the top of the staircase, Caleb stood, his fingers curled into tight fists at his sides.Then slowly he put his hand out to touch Keeley’s hair and let his fingers slide over her cheek. He leaned down and brushed his lips over her forehead in a tender gesture. It wa
He turned then to face Edward. “I know this will lower me in the esteem of my family. My brothers. My clan. My king. But I cannot be the man you’ve always known me to be if I do this thing. There has to be another way to make the alliance work. Me being laird of the McDonald clan should not be the hinge that holds us all together.”The king let out a deep breath, his eyes glittering with anger. “Think what you do. Cameron nearly destroyed your clan. This is your opportunity to finish him once and for all.”“With or without this alliance, Cameron is a dead man,” Alan said in a menacing voice. “What you seek is an alliance that will prevent Malcolm from a successful bid to the throne, and you would use our clan to achieve your means.”The king’s scowl grew darker.“I won’t do it.” Alan glanced to Rachael, apology in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Rachael. I would not humiliate you for the world. You are a good lass who deserves a husband who does not love another. I cannot marry you.”“I’ll marr
“Alan?” she whispered.“Aye, love?”“Are you setting me aside? Because I’ll tell you ’tis a rotten thing to do after I live. I’ll not go so quietly this time. You’re my husband, and I won’t just give up my husband so he can marry another.”The petulance in her voice made him chuckle. She sounded supremely irritated and aggrieved that such a thing was possible.He kissed her nose and laid his cheek against hers. “Nay, love. You’re stuck with me, I’m afraid. I’ve defied the king and my brother and about twelve other clans in the process, not to mention the bastard Laird McDonald who you did not tell me had attacked you just days ago.”“Mmm, you did all that for me?” she asked sleepily.“Aye, I did.”She smiled against his neck. “I love you. Did I tell you that I strongly considered dying but that I couldn’t stand the thought of never seeing you, even if you were married to another woman?”He scowled down at her and touched her chin so that she’d look straight into his eyes. “You’ll not
Rachael’s eyes were glazing over and she wasn’t entirely sure it was due to the lengthy accolades being tossed about. Her goblet had been refilled more times than she remembered but she drank on, ignoring the way it swirled around in her belly and made her head swim.Laird Woods had decreed that despite the many issues that bore discussion and the decisions that must be made, today would be spent in celebration of his brother’s marriage.Rachael suspected that Mary had everything to do with that decree. She needn’t have bothered, though. There was little cause for celebration in Rachael’s mind.She glanced sideways to see Caleb sitting back in his chair, lazily surveying the occupants of the table. He tossed back an insult when one was flung his way by one of the Woods men. Something to do with his manhood. Rachael shuddered and purposely blanked her mind to the innuendo.She gulped down another mouthful of the ale and put the goblet back down on the table with a bang that made her wi