My Daring Highlander by Vonda Sinclair

Author:Vonda Sinclair
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: historical romance, scottish romance, highland romance, sensual romance, romance historical, romance action adventure, scottish historical romance, romance 1600s, historical adventure romance, series historical romance

Chapter Seventeen

Two nights later, Keegan and the other men dragged into the great hall of Teasairg Castle just as supper was ending. They had searched endlessly for Haldane and his outlaws over much of MacKenzie territory for miles around. Keegan was hellishly annoyed none of them could be found.

His gaze scanning the great hall for Lady Seona but not locating her, Keegan strode toward high table, then slumped into a straight wooden chair beside Dirk. Keegan wanted to immediately ask where Seona was, but didn’t want the others to ken how much he thought about her. The servants rushed to bring the newcomers food, which Keegan appreciated greatly for he was near starved.

“Let me guess—you saw neither hide nor hair of Haldane,” Dirk said.

“You have the right of it. We climbed mountains on foot and searched more glens than I can count,” Keegan said. “We took a galley to the end of Loch Duich and searched part of Glen Shiel, while some of the MacKenzies took another galley up Loch Long. The bastards have vanished.”

“Hell,” Dirk muttered. “McMurdo has taught them to be as cunning and illusive as he is. They could be lying in the bracken somewhere and ’twould be easy to walk right past them.”

“Aye.” Keegan sighed. “Or they may have left the area. ’Haps they went east to await us at the edge of Murray’s holdings.”

“That’s a good possibility,” Dirk said. “Damnation, I want to be out there searching with you lads.”

“Not until you’re recovered. How’s your leg?” Keegan asked, digging into the trencher of venison stew the servant placed before him.

“Improving.”

Isobel, sitting on Dirk’s other side, leaned forward. “What he neglected to tell you is that he still has fevers sometimes, especially at night. And look how swollen it is, Keegan.”

“Och. I’m getting better,” Dirk muttered.

“Aye, you are better than you were,” Isobel agreed.

Keegan drank a long swallow of heather ale. “You must take care of yourself, cousin.”

“I am. And I have the best healer in the world.” Dirk put his arm around Isobel and drew her closer.

She smiled and kissed his cheek.

Saints. Keegan missed Seona. He could use a kiss from her right now. Though he’d need a bath and a change of clothes first. And some privacy, away from her aunt, who sat further down the table, talking to MacMillan.

“Where is Lady Seona?” Keegan asked in a low tone, making sure her aunt couldn’t hear. With all the noise in the great hall, ’twas doubtful she would hear him even if he asked in a loud voice, but he didn’t want to take any chances.

Both Dirk and Isobel merely looked at him for a long moment. Finally, Isobel said, “In her bedchamber.”

Alarm rushed through Keegan, not because of Isobel’s words but because of the somber look in her eyes. “Is something wrong?”

“Nay,” Isobel said, glancing away.

She was lying or being evasive. What was she hiding?

“’Tis only that Lady Seona has not been to any meals since the one we had outside,” Dirk said.

What?

Isobel poked Dirk in the ribs and gave him a severe frown.

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