Kill or Be Kilt by Victoria Roberts

Author:Victoria Roberts
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Sourcebooks, Inc
Published: 2016-02-08T08:00:00+00:00

Fourteen

Elizabeth was speechless. She was experiencing a wide gamut of emotions from Ian telling her that she was the “bright love of his heart” to his admission of guilt, lies, and deceit. She’d waited so long to hear his words of love, but for some reason, she wasn’t feeling as exhilarated as she thought she should’ve been.

He decided that he’d rather hurt her than admit the truth, even after she’d given him ample opportunity to acknowledge their kiss. She was disappointed that he wasn’t the man she thought him to be. Furthermore, what if she gave him another chance only to have him turn around and cause her additional pain? There were only so many times her poor heart could be mended.

As the rain fell harder, men and women darted along the garden path trying to seek shelter from the storm. Elizabeth didn’t have enough strength to think, let alone move her body from the bench. Firm hands pulled her from behind, and she immediately recognized the Scottish accent.

“Lass, come out of the rain.” Ruairi placed his arm around her and glared at Ian. “Munro, what the hell are ye doing?”

Ruairi hastily escorted Elizabeth inside the castle walls. She was numb, cold, wet, and confused. The servants were handing out towels for those who were foolish enough to get caught in the rain. Ruairi wrapped one around her and handed her a cloth.

“Thank you.”

“Why did ye nae have enough sense to come into the castle?” Ruairi glanced over her shoulder. “Munro, why were ye sitting with Elizabeth in the heavy rain? Ye did nae think to take her inside?”

When Ian didn’t respond, she hesitated, torn by conflicting emotions. She didn’t feel the sudden need to come to his rescue like she always had in the past. Trying to weigh all the events, she was swimming through a haze of mixed feelings. She remained frozen in limbo, where all actions and decisions were impossible.

Ruairi wrapped his arm around her, moving his hand up and down her frame. “Ye’re trembling. Let me get ye something warm to drink.”

“I’ll do it,” said Ian.

“Ye’re going to catch the ague if ye donna change your wet clothes. Ye did nae bring anything else to wear, did ye?” asked Ruairi.

“No. Do you think it would be all right if we returned to the inn? I’d like to put on some dry clothes and rest for a while. Laird Munro offered to escort me to the theatre later this afternoon.”

For a moment, Ruairi stared, wordlessly. “He did?”

She patted her hair dry. “Yes. Does that surprise you?”

“Aye, especially because Munro does nae favor plays or art of any kind. Well, I must say that is nae exactly true. He favors my wall hangings. But the only culture he shows an interest in is his own.”

“Tha e fliuch an diugh,” said Fagan, shaking off the rain. It is wet today. “Tha tàirneanaich agus dealanaich ann.” There’s thunder and lightning. He looked at Elizabeth, and his eyes widened. “Why are ye all wet? Where is Munro?”

“He took his leave to get her something warm to drink.

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