Kendric (Immortal Highlander Clan MacRoss Book 4): A Scottish Time Travel Romance by Hazel Hunter

Author:Hazel Hunter [Hunter, Hazel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-08-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

The pack’s threats inched like worms through Revna’s mind, feeding on her fear and swelling with hatred.

We shall tear off your limbs, rip open your belly and dine on your pulsing liver.

Think you that old hoor shall protect you? She’d pick her teeth with your finger bones.

You cannae hide nor outrun us, wanderling. We’ve your scent now.

We shall fill our bellies with your flesh until you are no more.

Again she fell into the terrible memory of the white wolves chasing her through the night, their thoughts pouring like poison into her head. The snarling beasts snapped at her heels as they pursued her, and their hot, damp breath scalded her flesh through the tear in the back of her gown. As she rushed toward the loch she fought the urge to scream, and instead poured every last ounce of her strength into hurling herself into the icy waters. Instead of submerging beneath the ice-strewn waves she found herself being held in hard, cool arms, and went mad.

“’Tis me, lass,” Struan’s voice murmured in the dark.

Revna stopped fighting. The war master knelt beside her bed, and had taken her into a tight embrace. She remained at Dun Deigh; she was safe from the pack.

“’Twas a nightmare, my lord,” she said, trying to extricate herself. “Forgive me.”

Slowly he released her, and then pulled back the window covering to let the last rays of the setting sun illuminate her small room.

“Be still,” he said when she tried to climb off the other side of the bed.

“You shouldnae be here,” Revna said, wishing the linens would swallow her whole.

He grunted as he poured some water into her wash basin, and soaked a rag in it. “You called my name several times. I reckoned you sick or hurt.”

Would she never stopped humiliating herself in front of him? “I shall go back to sleep, my lord. You neednae tend to me.”

“’Tis blood on your chin.” He brought over the rag and used it to gently wipe her mouth and face. “You bit through your lip. The nightmare, ’twas a remembrance of your journey back to me?”

“I dinnae ken,” she lied. “Something terrible chased me until I woke. A…a giant dog, mayhap.”

“You should practice lying,” Struan chided. “For you’ve no talent in telling falsehoods.” He set aside the rag and used his thumb to wipe a bead of water from her lower lip. “You ran so far you wore through the soles of your boots. ’Tis why you injured only the bottoms of your feet.”

Revna knew she should not lean against him, but she did, and when his arm came up around her shoulders she sighed with relief.

“Naught you tell me shall leave this room,” he assured her.

“Must I, my lord?” she said, shame making her whisper.

He tipped up her chin to look into her eyes. “When I ken what happened to you, then shall I sleep well, and so too shall you, I’ll wager.”

She looked down at her hands, wishing she could lie well, and tell him a tale that would make her seem less wretched.

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