Highland Wrath by Madeline Martin

Author:Madeline Martin
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: www.DiversionBooks.com
Publisher: Diversion Books
Published: 2018-06-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Ian had been shut up in his room like a lad who’d stuck toads in his ma’s slippers. Not that he’d ever been a lad to have done such an awful thing. At least not any more than he’d been a lad who’d laughed at the horrified expression on his ma’s face when she discovered the prank.

The memory drew a smile.

He leaned back in the bed and crossed his arms under his head to compensate for the lack of support offered by the thin pillow. It had occurred to him more than once to venture out on his own and seek out Reginald and his men.

But then if he found them, he would appear all the more suspicious to Sylvi. After all, who better to “find” them than a man spying for them? No, it was better to wait in his room, staring up at the mottled plaster ceiling, than do anything further to splinter Sylvi’s trust.

He continued to stare upward. There were seven cracks, three splotches of something dark that might or might not be mold, and a section toward the right with enough flaking pieces to entertain him for at least several minutes.

Of course, he could devise a plan for his next move after they did eventually kill Reginald. The bleakness of the future made the ceiling as appealing as cards in comparison.

He sighed and began to count.

Just after 269, a knock came at the door, so firm and abrupt, it pulled him from his dull game with a start.

He looked up from his bed, lazy with his forced sedentary existence. “Who is it?”

There was a pause long enough to invite him to reach for his dagger. “It’s Sylvi.”

He freed the dagger from its sheath at his belt. Experience had taught him it was unwise to be in her presence unarmed. He unlocked the door and pulled it open.

She’d washed and changed into a fresh black léine and trews. Only a few braids were twisted back and secured behind her right temple, while the rest hung loose around her face.

“Coming to check on me?” He held both arms open.

She glanced at his dagger.

“Do ye blame me?” he asked.

“I’m not here to harm you.” Exhaustion lined her face, and mourning dulled the shine in her eyes. Even her voice was softer than usual. “May I come in?”

He stepped back to allow her to enter and faced her once the door was closed. She was no longer his, and somehow reminding himself of that made her even more beautiful.

He always had wanted the things he could never have. Perhaps that had been her appeal all the while.

But no, he knew it was not. There was so much more with Sylvi. So many more levels and depths and dimensions with her than any one woman he ever possessed before.

She eyed the dagger once more in silent reprimand for its presence. “I was … not in my right mind after having found My Lady, nor still when we realized Reginald had slipped away and confirmed they had Isabel.

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