Murray 04 - Highland Vow by Hannah Howell

Author:Hannah Howell [Howell, Hannah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-09-18T14:47:49+00:00

Chapter Eleven

The sight that greeted Cormac's eyes when he kicked the door open to the cottage nearly made him roar with fury. Al that kept him from acting too swiftly

and too blindly, endangering himself and Elspeth with the recklessness of rage, was Elspeth herself. Her almost cheerful words nearly made him laugh.

And she was smiling at him. She was tied naked to a bed and covered in livid bruises, yet she smiled.

"I dinnae ken who is madder, lass, ye or I,” Cormac said, keeping most of his attention on a coldly furious Sir Colin, who, Cormac noted with relief, was

stil mostly dressed.

"Ye, of course. I dinnae go about kicking in people's doors,” she replied, almost giddy with the relief of seeing him alive and ready to put an end to Sir Colin's insanity. “I dinnae suppose ye wil have time to cut my bonds ere ye have to fight with this fool."

"If I dance close by ye whilst blinding this madmon with my skil and grace, I wil be sure to see to it."

"Thank ye. Weel, go on then. Kil him."

"Bloodthirsty wench."

"Now that the two of ye have greeted each other,” Sir Colin snapped, “mayhap we can get on with the business of my kil ing you, Armstrong."

"Oh, aye? Do ye think ye can do any better than your hired churls?"

"Kil ed them al , did ye?” Sir Colin shook his head and tsked. “Your lover is quite bloodthirsty, isnae he, Elspeth?"

"I didnae give ye leave to speak to me with such familiarity,” she said.

"Verra sharp of tongue for a lass tied naked to a bed,” murmured Sir Colin and then he smiled, almost sweetly, at Cormac. “Ye did happen to notice that

she was naked, didnae ye? Verra fine skin the lass has. Soft. Verra soft. Bruises a wee bit too easily though. Ah, but so sweet to the taste. Like honey on

the tongue."

It was not hard to guess Sir Colin's game. Cormac struggled against the fury the man's words stirred to life inside of him. Fighting had to be done coldly,

logical y. Some emotion was acceptable, giving one the incentive to continue despite any pain and to kil if necessary. A little caution and care for one's

own life was also a good thing. Rage was not. Rage caused one to be careless, to blind one to everything but the need to wound or kil . Rage could steal

away a man's skil .

Cormac knew al that, repeated the lessons he had learned over and over. It did not help much. Every poisonous word that dripped from Sir Colin's tongue

fed his anger. The mere thought of Sir Colin looking upon Elspeth's beauty made him ache to kil the man. The thought that the man might have touched

her, tasted her soft skin, made him shake with the urge to cut him into smal pieces slowly.

Elspeth could see the struggle Cormac was caught in. His anger was winning, and that was just what Sir Colin wanted. A part of her was thril ed

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