Read CLAIMED BY A HIGHLANDER (THE DOUGLAS LEGACY Book 2) Online

Authors: Margaret Mallory

Tags: #General Fiction

CLAIMED BY A HIGHLANDER (THE DOUGLAS LEGACY Book 2) (6 page)

BOOK: CLAIMED BY A HIGHLANDER (THE DOUGLAS LEGACY Book 2)
11.39Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Before she could take in what had just happened, she was grabbed from behind and hauled backward. She lost her footing, but she still had her dirk in her hand, and she flung her arm wildly, trying to stab her attacker.

Just as suddenly as he appeared, her attacker fell backward and released his hold on her. As she fell, she saw the Highlander plunge a dirk into her attacker’s neck. He caught her around the waist before she landed on top of her attacker.

It all happened so quickly. Her scream was still caught in her throat when Rory hauled her against his side and covered her mouth.

“Quiet, lass,” he said in her ear. “There may be others.”

Others?
When she nodded, he released his hand from her mouth.

“Curan is saddled,” he whispered. “We’re riding out of here as fast as we can.”

He took her hand and led her through the brush toward their camp. When she caught sight of the second man’s boot poking out beneath a bush, she drew in a sharp breath.

“Don’t look,” Rory said as they crept forward.

She ignored his advice and wished she had listened. The dead man was on his back with the hilt of Rory’s dirk in his chest and his eyes bulging with the surprise of his last moment. When Rory jerked the blade out, Sybil started to weave on her feet before she got hold of herself. This was no time for weakness.

“These men wear the queen’s colors,” she said in a low voice.

The Highlander had killed two of the queen’s men. If anyone learned of it, he would be in grave danger. This was all because of her—and the lie. Though it was not her lie, she had let him believe she was his to protect.

“My guess is that they split up to search for us,” Rory said. “Let’s hope none of the others are nearby.”

At the edge of the brush, he paused to scan the rolling hills and valleys in both directions. He started to step into the open, then halted. He stood perfectly still, his gaze fixed on a point in the distance.

“Shite!” he said under his breath as a rider emerged between the hills.

Sybil’s heart thudded in her chest as one rider quickly became two, then three, then a dozen.

Rory clicked his tongue, and Curan came at a trot. Under the cover of a clump of spindly alder trees, Rory lifted her onto the horse. Leading Curan by the reins, he splashed through the middle of the burn at a run for several yards before crossing to the other side.

As soon as the horse’s hooves were on dry sod again, he leaped onto its back behind her, and they took off at a gallop.

***

Rory cursed himself as he crossed streams, changed directions, and rode as fast as he dared. That had been too close. After he was certain no one was on their trail, he forced himself to slow Curan to a walk to spare the horse.

Less than a day after he collected his bride, she was nearly captured before his eyes. How could he have let that happen? Sybil’s long silence felt like an accusation.

“I should not have let those men get that close to ye,” he said. “I’ll not let it happen again.”

So long as he kept his wits about him and avoided the places her enemies would expect her to go, they should not run into them again. Keeping his wits about him would be considerably easier, however, without her sweet bottom pressed against his groin and her open thighs rubbing against his.

“I’m the one who ought to apologize for bringing ye into such trouble,” Sybil said.

“’Tis not your fault your brother got on the wrong side of the queen and the regent.”

Archibald Douglas and the other men of Sybil’s family should be flayed alive for leaving her to face the danger they created while saving their own skins.

“Ye saved me again today,” she said. “I’ll always be grateful.”

Evidently her brothers’ shameless behavior had given her low expectations of men.

“I expect we’ll reach the Highlands without further trouble,” he said to reassure her. Once in the Highlands, they would have to travel through lands belonging to other clans, which was never safe, but there was no reason to tell her that now.

“Ye believe we’ve truly lost the queen’s men this time?” she asked.

“Aye.”

When she leaned against his chest and dozed off, he was startled to hear himself sigh aloud. The lass did feel good in his arms. So good that a couple of hours later he was in the midst of a heated daydream when she jolted his attention with a question.

“Why did ye come for me after all this time?” she asked.

“The matter needed to be settled,” he said, and that was all the explanation he was giving.

“After waiting more than eight years,” she said, turning in the saddle to face him, “why did it need to be settled
now
?”

Because he had to know if he still had an obligation to her before he wed the Grant chieftain’s daughter—but only a fool would tell her that. Bringing home his unexpected bride was going to cause difficulties. The clan needed the support of the Grants.

“Why now?” Sybil repeated.

Rory recalled advice he’d been given by Malcolm, the revered old warrior who had served as his grandfather’s captain of the guard. Malcolm said that when it came to women, it generally saved a lot of trouble to apologize right off, whether you’d done anything meriting an apology or not.

“I should have come sooner,” Rory said, and it sounded good
.

“Then why didn’t you?”

So much for Malcolm’s wisdom about women. “I had my reasons.”

“Tell me one,” Sybil said.

“Are ye always so persistent?” he asked.

“Aye.”

A wise man knew when to give in, so he told her, “My brother needed me.”

He regretted his harsh words to Brian before he left. And the punch in the face, though his brother had deserved both.

“Your brother needed ye for
eight years
?” Sybil asked, her voice dripping with skepticism.

“Aye.” Brian still needed him. No matter what his brother thought.

“Truly?” She turned again to look up at him. “Why?”

“Do ye always ask so many questions?”

“I wouldn’t need to,” she said, giving his arm a playful squeeze, “if ye answered the first one fully.”

Ach
, the lass had more charm than a sprite and more persistence than a hungry cat.

“Come, tell me.” She rested her palm on his chest and leaned into him. “Please.”

With her touching him like that and fixing those violet eyes on him, Rory had trouble recalling just what she wanted to know and why he did not want to tell her.

“I can see,” he said, “that you’re a spoiled lass who’s accustomed to using her charms to get her way.”

“I am,” she said with a sparkle in her eyes and a smile that could melt a frozen loch.

“You’re dangerous as well,” he said.

“Oh, I do hope so,” she said. “Now tell me all about your brother and the rest of your family. We’ve nothing else to do to pass the time.”

Rory was not about to frighten her off by telling her the full truth about his family, and he could think of far better ways they could pass the time.

***

Odd, the effect this Highland warrior had on her. Sybil thought she would never recover from the horror of the attack this morning, and yet she felt so safe riding with his arms about her that she had fallen asleep.

And teasing him made her feel like her old self for the first time in weeks. She had lost her usual cheerful nature when her family’s fortunes fell and all her friends deserted her. It felt good to smile again.

She was still grinning over his remark about her being dangerous when he lifted her onto his good leg and dropped the reins. There was a devilish glint of amusement in his eyes.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss ye since the first moment I saw ye,” he said. “I’m going to do it now.”

Sybil could not breathe, let alone form the words to object. When she moistened her lips with her tongue, she felt his heartbeat leap beneath her palm. Her gaze fixed on his mouth as he drew her to him ever so slowly.

She had expected a sweet, teasing kiss, not this explosion of passion that seared through her body at the first touch of their lips. No one had ever kissed her like this before, as if he would die if he could not have his mouth on hers. With a will of their own, her arms wound around his neck and her fingers tangled in his long, thick hair as she pulled him closer.

She was lost in the sensations and long past thought. As his kisses slowly changed from feverish to tender, she felt as if she were floating. She wanted this to go on forever.

When Rory pulled away, she stared up at him, stunned.

“That was promising,” he said with a wide grin.

How could he jest after kisses like that? Apparently they had not affected him as they had her.

“I didn’t say ye could kiss me,” she said, trying hard to gather herself.

“Ye didn’t tell me nay, either,” Rory said. “And ye seemed to like it.”

She did not bother arguing because they both knew she had.

“I’m looking forward to more of that.” He ran his thumb over her swollen lips. “But if I’m to get ye out of the queen’s reach, we must keep traveling. You’ll be safe once we reach MacKenzie lands.”

More of that? Heaven help her! Much as she found the notion tempting, she could not let it happen again. She had enjoyed his kisses far too much. A few of those, and a lass could forget all good sense.

As for traveling with him, ’twas fortunate indeed that she would not be doing it much longer. Now that they had lost the queen’s men, it was time to set her plan in motion to find a safe haven—and escape her rescuer.

CHAPTER 6

 

With any luck, Sybil could reach one of her sisters before nightfall and avoid spending another night with her Highlander. Judging from those kisses, he hoped to claim his husbandly rights sooner rather than later. His injured leg, which seemed to be healing quickly, would not deter him a second night—and if he kissed her like that again, she was not sure she could trust herself to tell him nay.

Her first step to escape was to find out where she was.

“I confess that I don’t know precisely where the MacKenzie lands are,” she said. “Can ye tell me about our journey?”

“The MacKenzie lands are vast,” Rory said. “Our journey will be long and harsh.”

Well, that was not the least bit helpful. “What route will we take?”

“The least traveled.”

She rolled her eyes. Before she could make another attempt, he drew the horse to a halt behind a dense holly tree. Her heart thudded in her chest as the fears she had forgotten for the last few hours came flooding back.

“Why are we stopping?” she asked, darting glances around them. Had the queen’s men found them again?

“’Tis well past noon,” he said. “Ye had no breakfast. I’ll not see ye starve by missing your dinner too.”

He wished to feed her? That was all? Sybil drew in a deep breath in an effort to calm herself. Rory lifted her off the horse and helped her to sit on a flat rock.

“You’re pale,” he said, looking at her as if she was a pathetic creature. “Ye need sustenance.”

“I’m fine,” she said. “And I’m in no danger of starving.”

“I’ll have it ready before ye know it.”

He tucked a slingshot into his belt and disappeared into the brush. Despite herself, she felt uneasy with Rory out of sight, but in a surprisingly short time he returned with a pair of plump quail and started a fire. He really was a most resourceful man. While he cleaned and fixed the birds on sticks over the fire, she strolled over to where Curan was grazing.

She rubbed his long nose and fed him the last apple from the bag. You could tell a lot about a person by the animals he kept. This horse was well cared for and trusted his master.

“Curan likes ye,” Rory said.

“How can ye tell?”

“He’d let ye know if he didn’t,” he said. “Curan nearly killed the last person who tried to give him an apple.”

“Why would he do that?”

“The man was attempting to steal him,” he said.

“He’s as clever as he is handsome.” Sybil leaned close to Curan’s ear and whispered, “Just like your master.”

As promised, Rory had the meal ready before long, and the roasted quail was delicious.

“You’re a fine cook, Highlander.” Sybil was surprised he knew how. Certainly no one in her family did.

“I have a name,” he said, sounding a bit surly.

“Don’t ye usually have others to see to your meals,
Rory
?”

“A Highlander must know how to survive alone,” he said. “Anyone should.”

“I may never have plucked a quail, but I’ve organized a grand feast of a dozen courses for three hundred guests, including royalty.”

“Will ye be wanting to invite the queen to sup with us?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

She had been enjoying the conversation, but his remark was like a cold rain dampening her spirits.

BOOK: CLAIMED BY A HIGHLANDER (THE DOUGLAS LEGACY Book 2)
11.39Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Other books

Siren's Fury by Mary Weber
Barnstorm by Page, Wayne;
Absent in the Spring by Christie, writing as Mary Westmacott, Agatha
Marked for Pleasure by Jennifer Leeland
The Rebel Heir by Elizabeth Michels
The Trailsman #388 by Jon Sharpe
Dream Land by Lily Hyde
Love LockDown by A.T. Smith