Loving A Highland Enemy_Ladies of Dunmore Series_A Medieval Scottish Romance Story by Bridget Freya

Author:Bridget Freya [Freya, Bridget]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-10-17T04:00:00+00:00

A Ride in the Woods

“Aye, thank ye, I willnae be gone long,” Grace said to the stable boy as she mounted her mare.

“Miss, it is getting late,” warned the guard. She was frustrated that she had been assigned someone to go with her since the incident with Callum. The laird, Grace’s uncle, was concerned for her safety now.

She had to get out. Sitting at home, wondering about Douglas and about Callum, was driving her mad. Her confusion at being stuck between two wonderful but impossible men was more than she could currently handle.

Yes, she had to go riding long into the night, to get away from all of her feelings and everything she both wanted and feared. She didn’t care if it was unwise to go with sunset only an hour away, she didn’t care if she got lost out there and never made her way home.

It was impossible. All of it. And she had to find a way to make it possible. She had to find a way to handle everything she felt deep inside.

She kicked the mare and it sped onwards. Grace felt the chilly wind rushing in her hair and it felt good, refreshing. The frost would come in the night, certainly. However, whether it reached her or not didn’t matter. If she was caught by it, all her problems would be solved.

All except the ill necessity of this guard riding hard behind her. He would not let up his own pace and Grace eventually gave up the hope of losing him.

Grace rode to the path that led into the woods. There was a thin clearing for riders between the trees, but she wondered if it was necessary even to bother staying on the path. Why not be wild? Why not be free?

Riding fiercely, she pushed the mare harder until they broke into the forest. There was something up ahead. Something on the side of the road, a mess of tatters.

Grace reared up on the reins, slowing her horse in a sudden movement and catching the guard unexpectedly. His steed nearly toppled into her mare.

“What is it, Miss?” he asked.

Grace gestured forward and the guard looked with earnest and saw the figure as well. He immediately began to turn his beast to head back to the castle. “Miss, ye must come,” he ordered.

“Ye dinnae tell me what to do. Ye’re a protector, arnae ye? So allow me to approach and see what has happened to the poor wretch,” she said.

He began to protest, but Grace held up a delicate hand and stopped him. “I’ll not have ye giving me orders,” she warned. He relented and gave a sigh, moving forward at her steady pace.

Grace approached and in the perfect moment, the being looked up at her.

Green eyes.

Grace gasped, recognizing the man beneath the bruises and swellings. It was him; it was Douglas. She was amazed to see him again and yet horrified at the state he was in presently.

Before he could say anything, the guard spoke. “Miss, we ought to turn back.

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