Highland Flame (Highland Brides) (44 page)
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Authors: Lois Greiman
Tags: #Scottish Romance, #Historical, #Highland HIstorical, #Scotland, #Fiction, #Romance, #Historical Romance, #Highlanders
Flame shook her head. "No. You're wrong. I don't care for him," she gasped, but Nevin only laughed as they continued to inch around the room.
"Ye lie! Ye have fallen for him. I wish ye could watch him die, but ye must go first." Nevin laughed again. The sound echoed in the room. "He will awake and find ye dead. Our honorable kinsmen will think he murdered ye on yer wedding night. Troy, that hulking fool, will give his life to avenge the daughter of the whore that bore him a child. And then this keep will be bathed in blood. There will be no one left to claim leadership of the MacGowans. No one but me."
He was closer now. He had been content to follow her and tell her of his cleverness, revel in her terror, but Flame's time was running out, and she knew it.
"But ye want to be laird," she said. The bed was at her right, stopping her from going farther. "Surely ye don't wish all your people to be killed."
"They betrayed me," he said. "Now they will pay. I wish I could watch my plan unfold in the North Woods, but I must not be here, lest I be tied to the murder." He smiled. "That would ruin my plans, and Dun Ard would be left without a laird. I couldn't allow that. I will return and show them how a man rules."
"But ye’ll have no subjects," she said, her back crushed against the wall, her mind churning. "And ye'll have to wait until the fighting subsides." He was stalking her again, but she had nowhere to go. "Spare Roderic's life!" she said quickly. "Spare it and I'll take my own. I'll leave a note saying ye should rule in my stead."
Nevin stopped. In the unsteady flash of lightning she saw that his eyes were narrowed as he thought, "So ye love him so much that ye would commit the ultimate sin." He chuckled. "'Tis almost tempting, but I prefer to have the pleasure myself," he said and lunged for her.
Flame screamed and leaped sideways. She felt the blade rip her gown. His hand clawed at her arm, but suddenly he was twirled away.
Roderic roared and dragged Nevin to the floor.
They thrashed about, wrestling for supremacy. She rushed forward, ready to tear at Nevin with her bare hands, but she tripped over something and fell. In that instant, lightning flashed. Every image was etched in silver detail. Nevin, his face a mask of hatred, straddled Roderic. Light gleamed on his upraised blade.
The scream tore at her throat. Her hands formed to claws as she pushed herself from the floor. The rock was there, hard and smooth. She lifted it and swung with all her might. It hit Nevin's shoulder, knocking him sideways. He rose with a roar and lunged for her.
His fingers snagged her bodice. He yanked her toward his dirk. She could smell death, knew it was coming for her.
"No!" Roderic shrieked. She saw him rise slowly, saw him raise the rock, and heard it smash with dull finality against Nevin's head.
For a moment, she saw Nevin's shocked expression defined by the crashing light from the sky. And then he fell, sliding into death with a crushed skull.
"My lady!" screamed Marjory, banging on the door. "My lady!"
Roderic stumbled over to lift the bar and the maid rushed in. Light from the hall fell upon Nevin's staring eyes. She lifted her fists to her mouth. "Is he dead?"
"Aye, lass. I am sorry," Roderic said, but Marjory shook her head. "He wasna what I thought him to be. He wasna kind," she whispered, touching the bruise on her cheek. "And I feared ..." She swallowed hard and turned to look at Flanna. "I feared for yer safety, my lady, for sometimes he would say things that..." Shaking her head, she glanced at the dead body again. "But then he was called to Inverness and I believed ye were safe." She shivered. "'Twas Bullock that thought he saw him in the crowd here. And then I knew. I knew he planned evil. But now ye are safe. There are only the brigands to disturb our peace."
"The brigands," Flame whispered. "Nevin was their leader. They wait in the North Woods for his command even now."
"Then I go to the woods," Roderic said.
"Nay!" Flame gasped, but he had already turned away.
"Stay with her, Marjory. I will send Troy ta guard yer door."
Two days had passed since the wedding. Night had fallen again, and still no word had come regarding the outcome of the battle against the brigand band. Flame paced her chambers. Fiona had insisted that she rest, but neither her conversations with Troy nor Haydan's company had eased her mind, for worry gnawed at her.
All this time she had been a fool. Every day she had turned away from Roderic she had wasted one more chance at love, one more day of happiness. There were no guarantees in life. She knew that now, but to throw away the opportunity for love was worse than throwing away life itself. She paced again. If he came back alive—if God but granted her one more chance, she would grab it with both hands and not let fear rule her actions.
A noise sounded in the hallway. Flame stopped, not daring to breathe. The door eased quietly open, and then...
"Roderic." She said his name like a prayer and took one stilted step forward. "Roderic," she managed again.
"Lass." He closed the door behind him and leaned his weight against the heavy timbers. Their gazes met and held. "We routed the brigands."
There were a thousand things she needed to say, but none of them would come, for all she could do was stare at him and realize that he was alive, that he was safe.
He remained as he was, watching her closely. "With our combined warriors, we rid the Highlands of them."
Some numbed part of her mind realized that he must have washed, for his hair was damp and the cuffs of his shirt were folded away from his broad wrists. She searched his face, his hands, his clothing. No blood stained his person. Tears, hot and unheeded, sprang to her eyes.
"Dare I hope ye worried for my safe return?"
The tears spilled onto her cheeks.
"Flanna, lass, ye're crying," he said and took a step forward.
"Roderic," she cried and flung herself into his arms.
He folded her into his embrace and she clung to him, feeling the steady beat of his heart, the hard strength of his arms. He was alive. He was well. God was in His heaven.
"Ye did worry," he murmured, stroking her hair. "Ye did worry, lass. And I wish I could say I am sorry, but ta know ye care, means more ta me than all—''
"I love ye," she whispered against his chest.
The world stood still.
"Yer pardon?" he said softly.
"I love ye," she repeated, and drew back far enough to look into his eyes. "I've known for a long time, but I dared not admit it for I am a coward."
"Nay, lass—" he began, but she rushed on.
"There is so much pain, Roderic. So much hatred. Nevin ..." She shook her head. "I thought he was kind. I thought he was good, like his father. But he was not. He was evil. Good does not always beget good. And evil does not always beget evil. I am good, Roderic. Ye make me feel that I am good, that there is hope.
"So many aren't given the chance I've been given. Troy," she whispered. "He loved my mother, worshiped her, and in her loneliness she turned to him. He told me the truth. Haydan is his son. Mother made him promise not to tell father, lest he kill the child. And so Troy denies leadership of the MacGowans because of his guilt. But what good does guilt do, Roderic? We're given so little time. We must cherish what happiness we can find. If ye still want me, if ye don't hate me for all the things I've said and done, then I am yours."
She saw hope light his eyes. He cupped her cheek with his hand. "Never could I hate ye, lass. Never."
"Then I am yours, tonight and always."
"Aye." Bending, he lifted her into his arms. "For always," he breathed, and in their minds a child laughed.
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