Highlander's Scarred Angel (Beasts 0f The Highlands Book 2) by Alisa Adams

Author:Alisa Adams [Adams, Alisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Plot Twists, Beasts 0f The Highlands Series, The Ross Family-Four Sisters, Homeland-Fionnaghall, Ancient Civilizations, Historical Scottish-Irish Romance, Historical Romance, Women's Fiction, Regency & Victorian Era, 17th Century, Forever Love, Bachelor, Single Woman, Medieval & Ancient World, Thrillers & Suspense, Mystery & Intrigue, Protection & Safety, Action & Adventure, Dangerous & Deadly, Romantic Suspense, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Highlander, Rough & Tumble, Fantasy, Lifetime Love, Romantic Schemes, Mysterious Scottish Highlands, Dark Ages, Beautiful & Feisty
Publisher: Alisa Adams
Published: 2019-07-24T04:00:00+00:00

11

Cenna kept a close eye on Red Munroe. He had assigned a new man to guard her and lead the horse she was mounted on. Red had checked the ropes at her wrists, roughly tugging on them to make sure they were snug and she couldn’t move her hands.

Cenna had smiled at Red. Tying her wrists had not stopped her from sending Cormage or Fearghus over the side of the mountain. Seeing her smile, Red had growled at her, giving her wrists one last particularly vicious yank as he tightened the ropes. Cenna did not falter. She kept her smile pasted on her face and would not let him see that he had hurt her. When he rode on ahead, Cenna turned her attention to the man holding her horse’s lead rope.

“What is yer name?” Cenna asked the large, barrel-chested, red-haired man with the big, bushy red beard as he kicked his horse into a walk and yanked on her lead rope. Cenna’s horse began walking as well. She was prepared to tell him she wanted his name for his grave marker, as she had Cormage and Fearghus. It was her favorite threat that she had heard her Da say one time. But this man didn’t ask why she wanted to know as the others had, so her plan of that threat was ruined. Cenna frowned.

“I am Friseal. And I am not interested in women’s chatter,” he said gruffly to her. He hadn’t looked at her. He stared straight ahead, now and then looking at the scenery of the forest they were winding through as they started to go down the mountain.

Cenna heard a whizzing sound in the air and looked behind her just in time to see a man go flailing off the trail as if something had hit him, hard enough to knock him off his feet and send him flying into the bushes. She frowned, looking around but seeing nothing. She spun back in her saddle, not wanting to call attention to what she had seen just as more men were coming around the bend in the trail behind her.

Cenna stared hard at the back of the man’s overly large head, who was leading her horse as they walked along. She lightly bit her bottom lip, deep in thought. She stared at the man’s horse. Then she stared at the back of the man again. He was large, maybe even larger than Tristan or the Highland warriors. He may be a giant, in fact. Then she looked at the horse carrying him again. It was uncommonly small to be carrying such a large man as he. If Tristan was out there trying to help, she needed to do her part. She looked at the large man again. She would have to take care of this man.

“Guid gear comes in sma’ bulk,” Cenna said lightly.

“Me mither used to say that,” Friseal said without thinking. Then he twisted around in his saddle to stare furiously at her. “Jist what do yer mean by sich a thing? I’m no small!”

“No, no you are not.

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