A Life Redeemed by Olivia Rae

Author:Olivia Rae
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HopeKnight Press LLC
Published: 2021-05-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

The next morn, Audrey stomped down the tower stairs with Fraser a few steps behind her. At least she was no longer restricted to her chamber, but when she entered the hall, the vision that greeted her was less satisfying than the ogre who guarded her back. “Ewart! What is he doing here?”

“He and a few of his men, who are in the courtyard, are to be guests until Gavin returns,” Fraser answered. He then handed her a familiar dagger. “Gavin wanted me to give this to ye while he was gone.”

The gift stunned Audrey. Gavin Armstrong was more than a puzzlement. He locked her up, and then when released, he gave her a weapon. Nothing made sense around here anymore. Audrey tapped the blade against her fingers. “I could use this to get rid of you.”

Fraser snorted and folded his arms over his chest. “Aye, ye can try if ye like.”

She hid the blade in her skirt. “Nay, there are others here who would be more deserving of seeing my skill.” Her attention settled on Ewart. “Why would Laird Armstrong allow such a beast entry to his home once again?”

Fraser remained silent, though the deep scowl on his face reflected his agreement.

With a quick scan around the hall, Audrey breathed a sigh of relief. Blair hung close to the scullery, while Duncan poured Ewart a healthy mug of beer. But neither Thomas nor Lady Francis were present. Where were they?

Fraser touched her arm. “Gavin’s children are with their nurse, and a guard is at their door.”

“Ah, mistress,” Ewart called, waving his mug in the air, “come join me. I do so enjoy yer spiritedness.”

Audrey was tempted to turn around and hike back up the steps she had just descended, but being stuck in her chamber another day was insufferable. Besides, she did have Fraser to defend her dignity if things worked out poorly. She strolled to the table and took a seat a good fifteen hands away from Ewart. “I have no desire to indulge in strong drink this early in the day.” Waving, she called for Duncan. “Bring me an oatcake and some goat’s milk.”

The lad took off on his swift feet and returned before Ewart finished off the contents of his mug. “Fill it again,” he growled at Duncan.

Things would not bode well if Ewart kept up his drinking. He might very well be the only man who had ever gotten drunk drinking small beer. Fraser sighed and leaned against a nearby wall.

A loud belch burst through the air followed by a grotesque laugh. Ewart’s stale breath drifted toward Audrey. She worked hard to keep from gagging.

“So, Warrin’ has left his dug of a cousin to watch over ye. That willnae change the outcome. Soon my da will own all this, and he has promised to give Warrin’ Tower to me.”

Fraser pushed off the wall and lifted his fist. “Shut yer mouth. No Maxwell will ever own Armstrong land. Not without a fight.”

Ewart took another slurp from his mug and then scratched his skinny protruding belly.

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