CbH01 - Highlander's Captive by Stone Mariah

Author:Stone, Mariah [Stone, Mariah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9789083084206
Google: C8PZzQEACAAJ
Publisher: Stone Publishing
Published: 2020-08-01T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

“What were ye doing there?” Craig roared.

Irvin had eventually found Craig in the lord’s bedchamber, where Craig had gone looking for Amy after finishing his stew. He’d thought she’d join him in the great hall, but she had never showed up. Now he knew why.

Craig saw red. To the devil, he didn’t remember the last time he’d been so furious and felt so betrayed.

No.

Wait.

He did.

When Alasdair MacDougall had kidnapped and raped Marjorie.

Amy gaped at him, sorry, confused, disappointed.

“She was looking at a rock with some sort of pagan carving and a handprint,” Irvin said.

“I never noticed anything like that.” Craig shook his head.

“Thank ye, Irvin,” he said through gritted teeth. “Go.”

When the man left, Craig turned to his wife.

“What were ye doing there?” he repeated slowly, coming closer.

She kept silent.

“Were ye looking for the—” He turned and kicked the bed to stop himself from finishing the sentence.

He couldn’t throw information around.

“For what?” Amy said.

“For a way to escape,” Craig finished, lowering his voice. He turned to Amy, who looked as guilty as a thief caught red-handed. “Were ye?”

She breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling quickly.

“I was just looking for salt pork,” Amy said.

“There is no pork in there!” Craig yelled. “And why did Hamish let ye in?”

“I tricked him.”

Craig bowed his head, closed his eyes, and exhaled. “Were ye looking for an escape or not?”

She kept silent, only stared at him with her big, beautiful eyes.

“Find yer courage, Amy,” he pressed, and she lowered her head guilty. “Tell me the truth. At least once in yer life!”

She lifted her head and met his gaze, her eyes hard, full of tears.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes, I was.”

Craig shook his head slowly. Oh, his guts seethed with vinegar. He itched to punch something. Where was a good fight when he needed one?

“Of course. Another betrayal, just when I thought ye were different.”

She raised her eyebrows.

“Well, what did you expect?” she said. “You married me and promised me freedom. And yet you treat me like a prisoner. Because I am a prisoner to you, aren’t I? Nothing but an enemy you feel obliged to be courteous to. You question my every step. If you treated me like an equal, like your real wife—”

She was flushed and bright-eyed, and her mouth was as red as late-autumn raspberries. Her hair was disheveled, her dress askew—he let his eyes travel over the curves of her breasts, down to her thin waist and round hips.

What was wrong with him? He still lusted after the woman who’d just betrayed his trust.

He must have lost his mind the minute he’d seen her in those barracks.

He suddenly became aware of the large bed, and the furs that lay on it, and the warmth of the fireplace. The image of her lying naked on those furs, the sensation of skin gliding against skin as he covered her body with his own, the taste of her mouth, her voice calling his name with pleasure.

Not anger. Not disappointment. Not hurt.

But pleasure—and affection.

Craig shook his head and walked towards the fireplace.

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